Archive for August, 2012

Tuesday, August 21st, 2012

 

I received a note from Chloë yesterday, informing me that now the game is over I may return to my own country and take my devastatingly moderate good looks with me. And to use my “wingèd heels”, because speed is of the essence. I have no idea what she’s talking about. Indeed, I don’t know who this Chloë person is. I can only assume the note was delivered to the wrong address.

Monday, August 20th, 2012

 

As mysterious as Homer’s absence of blue

is my own persistent absence.

Sunday, August 19th, 2012

 

As mysterious as Homer’s absence of blue

is the fact that when I close my eyes

the same sight is always there to greet me.

Saturday, August 18th, 2012

 

The bridge built by birds connects us

as mysterious as Homer’s absence of blue.

Friday, August 17th, 2012

 

Today it is imperative one wears the correct socks. To wear incorrect socks is beyond the pale, wherever the pale is. A man,  my father would often say, is judged by the socks he wears. Look at my feet. I stand or fall by them.

Thursday, August 16th, 2012

 

It is apparent the novel is entering a new chapter

but I do so dislike contrived metaphors

and he is waiting for Li Min to come home.

Wednesday, August 15th, 2012

 

Not all the sedatives in the world

We are not under pressure

In this life full of doors & windows

We are not under pressure

Not all the sedatives in the world

Tuesday, August 14th, 2012

 

Sometimes you have to close the book

even when you are in the middle of it,

even when you are enjoying it.

 

Sometimes you realize it is not the book you should be reading.

Monday, August 13th, 2012

 

Oh Surrealism! How much thou hast to answer for!

Sunday, August 12th, 2012

 

Side-by-side we are sharing housekeeping duties

but Darling, in strife we gather swan feathers

at the edge of receding waters, and giraffes

are the only creatures able to gaze over our fence.