This is beneath us
Wafting secret words over dunesSand, grit in the airWe are everywhereAt warWhat’s all this noise, to the breeze?Brisance, the cordite smell of deathThe rubble of these days, the bubbleAll the smashed concrete, the visible bonesYou could dry out alrightYou could let it go, forget it -- or distract yourselfBut that won’t stop it, make it [ ]
Swans in AgonyHow the willow weeps there at the endOver the grey pond where ducks and geese waddle and cluckAnd the swansTwo big swans, a couple (it’s said they mate for life)These swim and dunk, oblivious The other birds a mere annoyanceAt table other couples sitSix people, no swans, less wine today, less ginTalking of [ ]
Hey Yeats!Maybe you could knock it off With yourWidening gyre, yourRough beast slouchingYour best, your worstIt’s like, we can’t escape itOur future etched in your inkCondemned to repeatingYour blood-dimmed wordsWe're imprisoned in your vision, your darkVision, your falcon and your lion body andThe wars, the child’s meat, spilled The screaming, the gas, the rockets, all [ ]
Marco, she saidSeaside arms rising,Dripping, tipped red,Skinny, bent in at the elbow,Eyes closed, tightly, andTightly spinning in the greenest sea Watched carefullySpinning, arms in the airThose hands in the sunAll of her, in that sunDressed the color of that airArms reaching for that sky She found she could standBreaching, glitteringIn that sunAll of her, gleamingIn [ ]
Out surfing last night I came across a mention of Peter Missing, with the image above. On this blog: Pictograms. Peter Missing is an artist and musician, in the 1980s in Manhattan this logo (an upside down martini glass on a III, slashed from the left) was everywhere graffitti d. The slogan was The Party s Over, [ ]
CHRISTMAS EVE, 1955, Benny Profane, wearing black levis, suede jacket, sneakers and big cowboy hat, happened to pass through Norfolk, Virginia. Given to sentimental impulses, he thought he d look in on the Sailor s Grave, his old tin can s tavern on East Main Street. He got there by way of the Arcade, at the East [ ]
In 1976, the American writer Don DeLillo published Ratner s Star, his fourth novel. It s a hypnotizing tale of modern science, arcane mathematics, academic misadventure and human foibles, featuring DeLillo s characteristic dry wit and encyclopedic knowledge of obscurity. The main character is a teenage math prodigy assigned to decipher a supposed message from outer space, but [ ]
A Klee painting named ‘Angelus Novus’ shows an angel looking as though he is about to move away from something he is fixedly contemplating. His eyes are staring, his mouth is open, his wings are spread. This is how one pictures the angel of history. His face is turned toward the past. Where we perceive [ ]