It’s been a week or so since the last time I put down any thoughts here. Actually, I spent all of Thanksgiving Break writing a massive research paper for my Poetic Sequence Directed Study, entitled: “Louise Gluck’s Meadowlands: The Palimsestic Mimesis of the Human Impulse to Create.” Sounds riveting, no? It is [...]
“Bird Tracks”
I.Zen masters are to belike the tracks of birds in the sky,untraceable, always their own—not self-consciously proclaimingor not-proclaiming, [...]
I have undertaken a new hobby in the last three months or so…crafting and embellishing all of my clothes with a few simple tools, needle and thread, fabric paint, and markers. Go to a thrift store, buy something second hand and create the text you want to wear… It’s inspiring. And fun! [...]
“Pigeon Spikes”
I.He talked endlessly of the birdsof San Marco’s square.But, you’ve never been there.
The birds, from a height, look likeliving carpet, like so many grey hands,fingers spreading and closing,grasping and holding.And from that height,the spikes fang up in the foreground,over gold mosaics [...]
“Music”
I.
I am angrythat a year has not taken the painaway.He’s still here,a spot on my happiness—our happiness—like someone writing wordsover musicafter the composer has died.
II.
You are playing—my head in [...]
This has got to be one of the coolest photos i have ever taken. These birds were having a bath in the fountain beside the Smithsonian of African Art on Sunday. I am still working on identifying them more specifically.
I attended a reading of Ms. Voigt’s in Richmond yesterday, to celebrate her upcoming book, a culmination of a lifetime of poetic achievement: Messenger: New and Selected Poems 1976-2006 .
I cannot say enough about the melodic quality of this woman’s incredible voice. As she was reading, the poetry lilted into a new life on her [...]
“October Trees”
How innocent were these Trees, that inMist-green May, blown by a prospering breeze,Stood garlanded and gay;Who now in sundown glowOf serious colour clad confront me with their showAs though resigned and sad,Trees, who unwhispering stand umber, bronze, gold;Pavilioning the land for one grown tired and old;Elm, chestnut, aspen and pine, I am merged in [...]
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