Archive for November, 2012

Friday, November 30th, 2012


Barnaby, how could you?

Theo, how could you?

Alexander, how could you?


Chas, why don’t you?

Thursday, November 29th, 2012


and kicked out against it. Forever. But it was not enough to embrace the discards. Only when the wrecks had been cleared was it possible to see the extent of

Wednesday, November 28th, 2012




Tuesday, November 27th, 2012


Of all I could sea (drink)
Of all I could here (sing)
Of all I could bee (solitary)
Of all I could no (submit)

And all you can brake (brake)

Monday, November 26th, 2012


Ten things an older man must never say to a younger


(1) I’m dying! (2) I can’t hear what you’re saying! (3) How

            many fingers are you holding up?

(4) Listen to my heart. (5) Take my pulse. (6) What’s your


(7) Is it cold in here? (8) Is it hot in here? (9) Are you in


(10) What wings are those beating at the window?

Kenneth Koch, from The Art of Love (1975)

Sunday, November 25th, 2012


The fabric soft an undulating grassy lawn

after she had gazed entranced for luncheon approached on its legs

hidden for the conventions of skewed morality

There is only so much one can eat

Saturday, November 24th, 2012


dagger! dagger!

concealed under his cloak!

dagger! dagger!

look out!

oh, it’s not a dagger. But I did not expect it to be a (to be continued)

Friday, November 23rd, 2012


which reminds me,

what did they do with the chickens when they moved house?

I have such fond memories, but I forget so much

and what I remember only comes back in fits and starts baby

baby baby oh why

does everybody have to die

Thursday, November 22nd, 2012


ghosts are silent

unless they rattle chains

or make ghostly noise somewhat like an owl

so when we walk home in the darkness

do not be afraid

it’s only the night chill draping itself around you

Wednesday, November 21st, 2012


In one version, the Puritans travel to America on the Titanic –