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Friday, September 30, 2011
Keeping the Objective within Reach
As much defined by what escapes, may what remains be worth keeping.
—William Michaelian
Finding myself
Musing over
This pen
Sieve.
Thursday, September 29, 2011
How to Eavesdrop on Your Echo
I keep telling you
Distance is in the way
You have to make room for it
Under your roof
Without giving yourself away.
Wednesday, September 28, 2011
Huuklyeand Cinquor on Bernstein’s
Artifice of Absorption
So powerful was his gift
Of garb, you had to
Hang on to your shocks.
Moderator’s comments
: Now we know
where
Cinquor has been hiding out these past two months:
Checking out
the new world naked emperor’s new clothes!
Tuesday, September 27, 2011
Great Caesar’s Ghost—
Our mild-mannered
Vazambam speaks again!
Monday, September 26, 2011
Does This Ring a Bell?
We have no bats
In our belfry
Because we have
No bell tower—
So we have to make do
With what we have
To do without, even if it does
Sound crazy.
Sunday, September 25, 2011
"Too Dead for a Dog"
—for Peter Goedhart
Though my friend did say
E
xactly that
a
bout that up-
Side down bloated
Carcass as we drove
past
,
I wonder if
h
e really believed
Something could be
too
dead;
I mean
dead i
s
dead
and there’s
No
too
about it, though
S
trangely enough,
h
is phrase keeps
R
unning through my mind
w
here
I
t continues
t
o keep me wondering,
Its strangeness too,
t
oo alive.
Saturday, September 24, 2011
The Great Equalizer
Everything’s perfectly balanced—
Going out, you will leave just
As much light behind you
As you brought coming in.
Thursday, September 22, 2011
Driven
edge of the ice
red
of the flower
blade
of the knife
of the road
the turning
harrow of
snow
"A sibyl, number'd in the world"
Recently received: Number 14 in Drew Kunz’s fine, ongoing
Series
;
you can read more about Drew, his newsletter, and his many other artistic endeavors
here
.
Wednesday, September 21, 2011
To My Heart, Dead Set in Its Ways
Hear me out, however late
Or hard it may be—
Do not let my crime of not listening
Make you an accessory.
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