the if that you and I share,
small licks of time that drip like ice cream in heat
-too quick-
and s l o w,
like thick, rich cream moves,
free to roll but wed always to the past, its aftertaste a sweet indulgence
when the present salty
Saturday, December 25, 2010
Monday, December 6, 2010
Sunday, December 5, 2010
compost
sentimental break
ing,
breathing, cracking
ex
hal
a tion
that paints a cover
thick like pancake batter we deep fry in the liquid of Forget.
oh, and I eat you
the sweet fruits of yesterday
and all the yellowing
auburn sunsets that last night cost nothing
and today I would sell
a crippled limb for.
ing,
breathing, cracking
ex
hal
a tion
that paints a cover
thick like pancake batter we deep fry in the liquid of Forget.
oh, and I eat you
the sweet fruits of yesterday
and all the yellowing
auburn sunsets that last night cost nothing
and today I would sell
a crippled limb for.
Monday, October 4, 2010
cracking
and in the space
between seen
and how this heart reacts
I break like an egg,
cracking, splitting at the thought of your unbroken yolk
pulled
like a beast sung to while milking.
I pull
softly and strong,
hands caloused with fear
while your fluid emits,
untasted and pure.
lap, lap, lap
the weak go on tasting
and with emptiness, he gives.
shaking hands beg
answered by a filling pail.
between seen
and how this heart reacts
I break like an egg,
cracking, splitting at the thought of your unbroken yolk
pulled
like a beast sung to while milking.
I pull
softly and strong,
hands caloused with fear
while your fluid emits,
untasted and pure.
lap, lap, lap
the weak go on tasting
and with emptiness, he gives.
shaking hands beg
answered by a filling pail.
Saturday, October 2, 2010
the monster loves his labyrinth
Imagism is about the passion for accuracy. To get it right, etc. But, it's not easy to get "it" right! A philosophical problem. Imagism is the epistemology of modern poetry.
-Charles Simic
-Charles Simic
Thursday, September 30, 2010
Saturday, September 11, 2010
Thursday, August 19, 2010
Tuesday, June 29, 2010
match
or perfect strangers
you untwisted the lock
set the door ajar
and invited ambiguity for breakfast.
Tuesday, June 22, 2010
Monday, June 21, 2010
ambrose tundra
sometimes I eat the sounds of words,
roll them on my tongue like a new lover
exploring the thick Cracks
and breathing delicate whispers into the soft spaces between pause while electric pulses
refuse
to
stop
even in the night
I wake to thoughts heavy like wool blankets
those shining eyes piercing even my dreams
and helpless, I find myself wanting to tell you
of your own influence
with recycled words.
for short of a new language
haven't we made love already
isn't it old already
vintage wine already in 2002
i drink to you
kiss your being with my lips purple with lust
this moment pregnant with our silence
roll them on my tongue like a new lover
exploring the thick Cracks
and breathing delicate whispers into the soft spaces between pause while electric pulses
refuse
to
stop
even in the night
I wake to thoughts heavy like wool blankets
those shining eyes piercing even my dreams
and helpless, I find myself wanting to tell you
of your own influence
with recycled words.
for short of a new language
haven't we made love already
isn't it old already
vintage wine already in 2002
i drink to you
kiss your being with my lips purple with lust
this moment pregnant with our silence
Tuesday, March 16, 2010
Sunday, January 24, 2010
Tuesday, January 12, 2010
The Shock of the New
-Henri Matisse's "Spanish Still Life"
Nowhere in Matisse's work does one feel a trace of the alienation and conflict which modernism, the mirror of our century, has so often reflected. His paintings are the equivalent to that ideal place, scaled away from the assaults and erosions of history, that Baudelaire imagined in his poem L'Invitation al Voyage:
Furniture gleaming with the sheen of years would grace our bedroom; the rarest flowers, mingling their odours with vague whiffs of amber, the painted ceilings, the fathomless mirrors, the splendour of the East ... all of that would speak, in secret, to our souls, in its gentle language. There, everything is order and beauty, luxury, calm and pleasure.
- From "The Shock of the New," Robert Hughes
Ornamental patterns and details create a reality that more closely mirrors dreams. Escape is wrought in the existence of other-worldly creations. To don feathers as an exotic bird or adorn the self in hues reserved for the sky alone is luxury explicit.
Dries Van Noten - The use of mixed patterns in DVN's collection is fresh and invigorating. The modern approach to silhouette heightens the effect; the look is neither explicitly formal nor informal. DVN is a perennial favorite of mine.
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