new old kid on the blog, with an occasional old or new poem written off the old writer's block
Monday, April 19, 2010
A Goner's Doggerel
Doggone it Doomsday,
I told you he was one
Poetic son of a bitch
Doomed to go all the way
Entombed in the worse of verse
To his dying day.
Sunday, April 18, 2010
It Stands to Reason
Just as that fledgling starts
To leave, its branch begins
An imperceptible trembling.
Saturday, April 17, 2010
Vagrancies
A bed
Of crimson mushrooms
In the forest
.
In the clearing, a sea
Of blue anemones
.
In the wind, a gleaming copper
.
Penny for your thoughts.
Thursday, April 15, 2010
Stalker
Coming
Alive or dying, we sensed nothing
But the haunting thought that told us
Something was wanting.
Alive or dying, we sensed nothing
But the haunting thought that told us
Something was wanting.
Wednesday, April 14, 2010
Making It Anew
--after Ezra Pound
At sunset,
Confucius say
Nothing new
Under the sun
But old lunatic moon
Set in way.
At sunset,
Confucius say
Nothing new
Under the sun
But old lunatic moon
Set in way.
Tuesday, April 13, 2010
The Further Adventures of the Squint-eyed Kid
In this chapter, we discover The Kid and
his accomplice holed up in a "howling wilderness", picking off clunkers left and right.
his accomplice holed up in a "howling wilderness", picking off clunkers left and right.
Monday, April 12, 2010
Defying the Laws of Gravity
Easter Sunday 2010 at "The Milk and Honey House"
Yours truly looking as if he's getting ready to fall flat on his back during a dizzying, whirling dervish zeibekiko. A bit before this photo was taken, our party was pleasantly invaded by a trio of itinerant Rom musicians whose lively music entertained us until they had had enough food and wine (plus the obligatory "tip") to spirit them away to their next stop. Opa, manges!
This next photo I have aptly and lovingly captioned “Invoking My Muse”— Eleni demonstrating that some women are equal to men when it comes to dancing the zeibekiko, though some rebetika purists disagree, and insist that the zeibekiko was and should remain a dance performed only by men and by only one man at a time at that.
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