Archive for June, 2012

Saturday, June 30th, 2012




Still a little shaky, with black specks.

Too much interplay with soft fabrics

has occasioned over-tiredness. A feeling

of being washed-out, of being a nobody.

Friday, June 29th, 2012


Dear Hope Springs Eternal,

I heard a very funny joke yesterday but it loses quite a lot of its humour in translation. In fact it loses all its humour in translation. So I’m not going to tell you it. Instead, let’s go together and gaze at the sea in all its murky polluted majesty. We can also watch the airplanes coming in to land. Life is out there somewhere.

Yours in the shape of an all-purpose plastic container,

“The Binocular Boy”

Thursday, June 28th, 2012


See how all the disasters that have befallen you

exist in a state of permanence in the world of memories

and how memory is a bless├Ęd gift you have been given

so you may remember things which should not be forgotten.

Wednesday, June 27th, 2012


See how the brain is in effect a device for calculating distances

between one mishap and the next and recent research has shown

how it can also be used as an instrument of creation

so you may furnish adequate explanations.

Tuesday, June 26th, 2012


Sonnet XVII


Why should I sing in verse? Why should I frame

These sad neglected notes for her dear sake?

Why should I offer up unto her name,

The sweetest sacrifice my youth can make?

Why should I strive to make her live for ever,

That never deigns to give me joy to live?

Why should m’afflicted Muse so much endeavour

Such honour unto cruelty to give?

If her defects have purchased her this fame,

What should her virtues do, her smiles, her love?

If this her worst, how should her best inflame?

What passions would her milder favours move?

Favours, I think, would sense quite overcome;

And that makes happy lovers ever dumb.


Samuel Daniel, from Delia

Monday, June 25th, 2012


Dear Emptiness,

I have heard it said that when you pay a call it is impossible to know if your stay will be brief, or stretch to the end of one’s days. My home is a humble one, and the rooms are already filled with solitude, so perhaps you could stay with my sister instead. She is more deserving, and has a bigger house.

Yours in the shape of trembling hands,

“The Tenant Farmer”

Sunday, June 24th, 2012


One way you could do it is to pluck words out of a bag but there is a danger of falling out of favour. You could try crawling on all fours toward the wardrobe but I would probably be bored before you got there. Another method for drawing favour to yourself would be to be found plucking nightingales from the sky and crying “You’re falling for your own tricks. I’m calling in case you can hear me.” You could try plucking feathers from an elephant, but you don’t want to overreach yourself: it’s not in the least attractive.

Saturday, June 23rd, 2012


The sound of jackhammers in the distance

lulls me to sleep; when I wake up

the day has changed and so has my face:

my nose is not my own, nor my mouth,

and my hair line resembles a letter of the alphabet.

Friday, June 22nd, 2012




Billie Holiday

was the first American

on the Moon.

It occurred in 1927.

Thursday, June 21st, 2012





was written by

Harriet Beecher Stowe.


John Ashbery

is famous for love songs and statues.