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Wednesday, November 16, 2011
This is the Color of My Dreams
(title of a painting by Miro)
I don’t paint but I know enough
About colors to dream about them
Painting my dreams.
Tuesday, November 15, 2011
Glutted Market
The last thing we need is still
Another poem offering
All it has to give us
All we need.
Monday, November 14, 2011
Socrates the Athenian
…somewhere round about here where we’re groping—
a little nearer or a little farther
—George Seferis, from “Mythistorema”
Surely
That deviant worm’s left
Further damning evidence
Of our advances, let us dig
A little deeper.
Outline of Abstract Expressionism
• Freely created
• Purely American
• Concrete prison
• Full of subterfuge
• Profusely colored
• White lies
Saturday, November 12, 2011
The Naked Truth
Meaning I suppose you need
No patching up when
It starts
Wearing you thin.
Friday, November 11, 2011
Hold On
Stop me if I’ve told you this before—
Whatever you do, don’t do it
In the spirit of one sentenced
To listen to friends pretending
He’s interested though we know
The minute they start talking,
He’s miles out the door.
Thursday, November 10, 2011
On the Road
On top of blighted cypress, old crow appears
To grow larger over centuries;
Small figures walking by disappear
In a minute, year after year.
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