Archive for May, 2013

Friday, May 31st, 2013


It’s important to look good from not only the front but the back too
but it’s not always possible and anyway
what’s there and what people see is not always the same thing.

Thursday, May 30th, 2013


Pandering’s what I call it. To
other people’s desires and petty wants.
The only important notion is
SELF. I’m making coffee and I’m going
to drink it all up. Not share a drop.

Wednesday, May 29th, 2013


I was in no hurry. I did not expect my doings to be so scrutinized.
My work is not scholarly. I’m having sort of a chat with myself, I think you could say.

Tuesday, May 28th, 2013


By and by
the girls come by
selling their wares
but I didn’t want to buy.
Borrow maybe, but not buy.
They said they didn’t hold with borrowing
and I replied I didn’t hold with buying.
It was what you call an impasse.

Monday, May 27th, 2013


from The Curse of Reading and Forgetting

But, looking at my bookshelves, I am aware of another kind of forgetting—the spines look familiar; the names and titles bring to mind perhaps a character name, a turn of plot, often just a mood or feeling—but for the most part, the assembled books, and the hundreds of others that I’ve read and discarded, given away, or returned to libraries, represent a vast catalogue of forgetting.

Ian Crouch, The New Yorker (May 22, 2013)

Sunday, May 26th, 2013


I can’t get enthusiastic about yesterday
The television isn’t funny
Even the canned laughter isn’t laughing

Can disdain
Canned disdain

Saturday, May 25th, 2013


It’s time! It’s time!
It’s such a time to be having!
But between that time and this time, what is there?
Was there? It’s a time.

Friday, May 24th, 2013


Lunchtime, in pursuit of an excellent sausage,
all I could find was a disfigured girl selling
hastily-daubed self-portraits. You can’t live
on self-portraits. And the noise of traffic
is getting me down, I’m thinking of moving
to the middle of nowhere if I can locate it.

Thursday, May 23rd, 2013

I’m sleepy as hell.
I can’t keep my eyes open.
I’ve been like this all day and I’m in danger of
losing my job with the alarm company.

Wednesday, May 22nd, 2013


Found in translation:

they’re also touchy as hell (they have very bad temper)
it killed me (I enjoyed the story very much)
horse manure (nonsense)
it was cold as a witch’s teat (it was extremely cold)