Archive for January, 2017

Tuesday, January 31st, 2017


I disappeared into the dictionary for the next wedge of things to try to say.

Monday, January 30th, 2017


And when I am asked for something (money, time, language assistance, help with the washing up, where’s the Way Out? A Short History of the World, an alibi) how come they never look like they care? And never say Please?

Sunday, January 29th, 2017


Heaven has let down a drag-net of ill-doing,
the locusts have gnawed us with word-work,
they have hollowed our speech,
Perverse alliances and continuing crookedness have divided us,
evil men are set above us, in ease.

from The Confucian Odes (trans. Ezra Pound)

Saturday, January 28th, 2017


Night birds cry
And I want to make something too: music, or a few lines of poetry

Friday, January 27th, 2017


unadorned by any fear of criticism
blurred through the stained glass of your eyes

Thursday, January 26th, 2017


What is that thing in philosophy about what we think we see
and how what we think we see is only the shadow of

Wednesday, January 25th, 2017


Into my mind a few moments ago a spatchcock flew
although I’m not sure exactly what
a spatchcock is I think it’s a bird
I’m going to have to look it up

Tuesday, January 24th, 2017


There was no rooster call this morning;
Let’s hope he’s okay; We love how he annoys people

Monday, January 23rd, 2017


and, best of all, there was a plastic submarine
in the packet of Corn Flakes I opened at the table in the kitchen
where I break fast.

Sunday, January 22nd, 2017


Some unwanted discard falls upon the sidewalk and (strangely relaxed) tilts its head to one side
and looks back with a mixture of fondness and regret at all it has done.