May 2009
29 posts
“ungainly at first
a great blue heron
rises above the trees
what I’d...”
– K.A. Martin via twitter
Hot humid Sunday
People locked inside cool rooms
Crows rule earth and sky
back surgery
openmicro:
the weight of wings upon my back
and yet it is they that let me fly
klindbeck:
In warm rain a blue jay on a blooming tree a cardinal on the wire
This is the kind of contrast one can feel at the roots of back teeth.
Recollections reflect
Worn tales my mock self tells me -
Polish the mirror
Great gray-blue heron
With water up to thin shins
Glares through at his toes
Thunder and sunshine
It rained off and on all day -
Lazy wet Sunday
From 'Infinite Jest' by David Foster Wallace (p....
So huge and bloated, As a woman he induced Sexual despair
sometimesagreatnotion:
The Peace of Wild Things
When despair for the world grows in me and I wake in the night at the least sound in fear of what my life and my children’s lives may be, I go and lie down where the wood drake rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds. I come into the peace of wild things who do not tax their lives with forethought of...
Shinto by Jorge Luis Borges
ambivalence:
When sorrow lays us low
for a second we are saved
by humble windfalls
of the mindfulness or memory:
the taste of a fruit, the taste of water,
that face given back to us by a dream,
the first jasmine of November,
the endless yearning of the compass,
a book we thought was lost,
the throb of a hexameter,
the slight key that opens a...
Having hatched alive,
This flat snake froze a moment
When the wheel rolled down
The More Loving One, W H Auden
midnight-radio:
esthergreenwood:
Looking up at the stars, I know quite well That, for all they care, I can go to hell, But on earth indifference is the least We have to dread from man or beast.
How should we like it were stars to burn With a passion for us we could not return? If equal affection cannot be, Let the more loving one be me.
Admirer as I think I am Of stars that do not...
Threadbare old tomcat
Snores all spring in the rocker
Mewing like a child
“I have had my dream — like others —
and it has come to nothing, so...”
– Thursday by William Carlos Williams
Wet, cold, windy May
So unlike Carolina
That geese have flown south
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Dreamer tried to tie
A complex knotted lanyard
For my tarot deck
Seen through the window
Crape myrtle tossed in a storm
By the heat pump fan
In each root’s shadow
Emerald moss huddles safely
On the beaten trail
“Let’s face it. I have been momentary.
A luxury. A bright red sloop in the...”
– anne sexton (via tellherlies)
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Up late on the net
Each dream has its URL
In the web of sleep
File complaint in space provided:
There’s an ragged patch
Where my gold star ought a be -
Metaphorically
openmicro:
I leave a coin Atop a fencepost To greet the moon
Paiku
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Likely Epitaph (After Li Po)
Here lies John so drunk
He fell from his boat and drowned
Embracing the moon.
Letter to my son:
Being sister-nipped
Ain’t the same fucking thing as
Being pussy-whipped.
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My dog cat & I
Share a single mind watching
One mad buzzing fly