A hearty welcome to DNL #30--the indefatigable poet, sculptor and all-around artist par excellence Ed Baker--thanks, Ed!
new old kid on the blog, with an occasional old or new poem written off the old writer's block
Friday, December 10, 2010
Wednesday, December 8, 2010
Where There's a Will, Poet
You want to leave
A legacy. What better way
Than to stay
Ineluctable, keeping
The inheritors away.
Tuesday, December 7, 2010
Saturday, December 4, 2010
Huuklyeand Cinquor on the Mores of Humans
All
This talk of humanism is just
So much humbug;
I can’t speak for the others,
But isn’t being human just
One more excuse for living
Like an animal?
Moderator’s comments: I think all this is clever Huuklyeandish subterfuge; in reality, an outlandish allusion to various seminal anthropological studies, Malinowski’s The Sexual Life of Savages the most likely referent.
Friday, December 3, 2010
Advent of Winter
white
barbed
wire
neck-
lace
hanging
throat-
less
song:
bird.
Photo taken some years ago during a rare snowstorm that hit the area and stayed for about a week; poem written round about the same time.
With daylight temperatures in Southern Greece hovering in the middle 20s (that's centigrade, of course) for the last month or so, it makes one long for the days when winter was definitely not for the birds.
Thursday, December 2, 2010
Huuklyeand Cinquor on the Preponderance of Whores on Wall Street
Honey, I keep telling you
If life is so damn sweet, why
Are there so many sour pusses
Walking the streets?
Moderator’s comments: Damn good question, Cinquor. Keep it up and you’ll screw things up good too.
Monday, November 29, 2010
Resigning One's Self to the Inevitable
The restless wind never waits
For us to catch our breath,
We have to run
Just like it.
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