Archive for December, 2012

Friday, December 21st, 2012

 

I blame my brain for everything.

Thursday, December 20th, 2012

 

All God’s creatures, from the little bugs to the mighty whale, all of them are so – what’s the word? I spent the rest of the day searching for the correct word, but the best I came up with was “necessary”, and I don’t think it’s right.

Wednesday, December 19th, 2012

 

Who I work for –

The department of who?

Division of what?

 

The purse-strings, the decisions

Tuesday, December 18th, 2012

 

The happy weather, singular for this

 

While I hope you are

Fragment of a wish

Monday, December 17th, 2012

 

PLANNED POEMS #10

AS IF I CARED A JOT

Sunday, December 16th, 2012

 

There’s always time / surrounded by shallows:

expatriate falling down the stairs / breaking of bottles

 

we attracted these nincompoops

Saturday, December 15th, 2012

 

We had the bucket and filled it with water

Where we got the water in this drought is a secret

Then we took the trees and flowers from their secret place

Our touch was magical and of benefit

Friday, December 14th, 2012

 

To see if we can attract birds

Crumbs from the table

What can be given

 

There are some things never spoken about

Thursday, December 13th, 2012

 

THAT TO WHICH WE ARE ENTITLED

 

The Philosophy of Consolation (Faithless)

“There has been no attempt to lift the lid on what has happened. This is not the truth.”

(Faithless)

Wednesday, December 12th, 2012

 

I thought of how a poem might be about either itself or its author or perhaps it could be about  language, and concluded that each of those options was a path toward boredom and futility, and then  I wondered why I was thinking about this, when on my left was the ocean and on my right was Li Min. Boethius wrote about man’s desire for that which gives pleasure, and I have been thinking about poetry and its confusing pleasures.