Archive for December, 2016

Wednesday, December 21st, 2016

 

Making plans that can never come off
Knock on the glass as if ’twere a cushion
The cobwebs mask all

Tuesday, December 20th, 2016

 

A spittoon on the ceiling, a defiance of meaning;
Pack up the box and get going

Monday, December 19th, 2016

 

wrote a letter to the sparrow
the sound of recycling water
and you are surely going to win
(a return to the Brain)

Sunday, December 18th, 2016

 

From where we stand now
it’s the unmistakeable prelude
to a farcical act. But we couldn’t
see it then for what it was.

Saturday, December 17th, 2016

 

Yes, this is where we live but it’s not really where we live because this is not what you can truly call living.

Friday, December 16th, 2016

 

In Self-Sufficiency for the Silver-Spooned (Murali Pujara, Gasworks Publications, 1991) there is an entire chapter devoted to the removal of fingers from long-neglected orifices, but the Major was never a big reader; he had always had someone to do that for him.

Thursday, December 15th, 2016

 

Spear ahead to the moment of true
Commitment to the project

Wednesday, December 14th, 2016

 

Stretch out an arm Attract the applause
As the hair falls on to the shoulder It would be
Really something

Tuesday, December 13th, 2016

 

… and collapsed shall it be to the ground
as if it had been a portal
the abandoned entrance to the cinema of the soul

Monday, December 12th, 2016

 

Do you know the story of Francis Bacon stuffing a fowl with snow to see how long it would keep? And he caught a chill
and died…. I thought of it today when the chicken we bought for supper smelled a bit “off” and we had to get some pork out of the freezer to take its place.