Archive for July, 2017

Friday, July 21st, 2017

 

Let’s try not to imagine the [insert word] required
in [insert word] with family and friends in one last desperate [insert word]
to reach the U.S.A. and its legendary [insert word]. That would
somewhat throw a [insert word] on the [insert word].

Thursday, July 20th, 2017

 

Professional coquetry
Rather enhances
An afternoon at the beach

Wednesday, July 19th, 2017

 

An unexpected drowning rather spoils an afternoon at the beach

Tuesday, July 18th, 2017

 

About Pound, Joe Brainard wrote in his diary:spoleto_1965_2

Ezra Pound arrived two days ago in Spoleto. I heard him read. I could not understand a single word he said. When you meet him he does not say a word: he rolls his eyeballs around and does not look real. He looks like he belongs on a coin.

Monday, July 17th, 2017

 

At sunrise, the pines are bathed in fog, and drip with dew.
It’s all I can do to read quietly to myself.

Sunday, July 16th, 2017

 

I draw water from the well, clean my teeth,
and dust myself down. I’ve been too long in darkness.
I want to rewrite myself.

Saturday, July 15th, 2017

 

With water or wine
With money or mind
With a song on the tip of the tongue

Friday, July 14th, 2017

 

I clean my teeth at the well.
I brush my clothes and purify my mind.

Thursday, July 13th, 2017

 

Sometimes the technology is bewildering in its incompetence.
I have little mind for it.

Wednesday, July 12th, 2017

 

I have to mind my Ps and Qs.
And my Fs. And all the other alphabet letters.