new old kid on the blog, with an occasional old or new poem written off the old writer's block
Tuesday, March 23, 2010
Why Paul Celan Cannot Be Called a Nihilist
He knew that calling
Things by their proper
Name names nothing
If the caller is a void.
Sunday, March 21, 2010
Insomniac
The poem that will not let you sleep
Until it is written, that is the dream
You must keep awake.
Saturday, March 20, 2010
Affirmation
Looking in
And seeing the two gray-
Headed brothers in
Animated conversation
From outside the coffeehouse,
One can only imagine
What they are saying,
But their smiles tell us
They are alive within,
The one thing we want
To hear.
And seeing the two gray-
Headed brothers in
Animated conversation
From outside the coffeehouse,
One can only imagine
What they are saying,
But their smiles tell us
They are alive within,
The one thing we want
To hear.
Friday, March 19, 2010
Railroaded
On the way to Hallelujah Junction,
He found his carriage shunted
To a long line of rotting boxcars
On a short stretch
Of godforsaken track.
He found his carriage shunted
To a long line of rotting boxcars
On a short stretch
Of godforsaken track.
Thursday, March 18, 2010
Wednesday, March 17, 2010
Age of Aquarius
Sometimes at night I’ll awaken to rainfall on the roof tiles and I think of poets all over the world, their fingers tapping out words on the keys.
--James Finnegan
wherein the cleansing
rain drops will
slowly fill to the brim
the rusted tin
pan under the eaves only
if the sullen skies do not
open to let the sun
shine in.
Tuesday, March 16, 2010
Bringing It All Back Home on the Messinian Range
With apologies to one of the Last Great Riders of the Purple Sage, Robert Zimmerman, also still hard at work Bringing It All Back Home!
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