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According to the inhabitants of the Trobriand Islands "a remarkable thing happens to the spirit immediately after its exodus from the body. ...the baloma (which is the main form of the dead man's spirit) goes to Tuma, a small island..."... Continue reading
Posted yesterday at 3quarksdaily
The Morning In the morning At 5 The dry Metallic echo After the loaded trucks That shattered the doors of sleep. And the final ‘adieu’ of the day before And the final steps on the damp tiles And your last... Continue reading
Posted 3 days ago at 3quarksdaily
Approaching Those ‘Ruddy’ Belisha Beacons Near the Post Office Again You can see them from a long way off, From when you pass the half-visible ponies In the field where the school was By the bus shelter with the bloke... Continue reading
Posted 5 days ago at 3quarksdaily
Birds in the Garden of the Cairo Marriott And you, little birds, are waiters but not smiling, hopping at the sad indignity of that man (he said Detriot was home) on his second giant burger; with your quick in-and-out besieging... Continue reading
Posted Mar 22, 2015 at 3quarksdaily
Unladylike In her father’s land they plant bombs as it rains sand and angry prayers sent west, her country an hourglass of deformed snow globes, trickle of broken roads, every family a house with pillars missing. The night tricks silence... Continue reading
Posted Mar 21, 2015 at 3quarksdaily
I Think / I Am . Descartes said, “I think, therefore I am.” But, by one mythic star, God, cutting to the chase, probably said,“I think, therefore you are,” then, without thinking added (to a roll of drums), “but I... Continue reading
Posted Mar 20, 2015 at 3quarksdaily
Los Alamos Mon Amour The second before and the eternity after the smile that split the horizon from ear to ear, the kiss that scorched the desert dunes to glass and sealed the sun in its frozen amber. Eyelids are... Continue reading
Posted Mar 18, 2015 at 3quarksdaily
A Walk With History how do you write history in a language that has no past tense? i don’t ask for it more than once history stumbles over me how is it that you are part of history if you... Continue reading
Posted Mar 15, 2015 at 3quarksdaily
Human Wishes from the Latin of Juvenal (Decimus Junius Juvenalis), c.AD 50-c.127, Satires X No one in his right mind would want to be a big fish gobbling up the smaller fry; it’s the big fish who attract hostility like... Continue reading
Posted Mar 13, 2015 at 3quarksdaily
Without You Again, damn it, radio, television, the papers. The powers that be, as expected, are consummate crooks. Those back in the days at least had some fear, today’s are no better. I’d forbid the days to pass without you,... Continue reading
Posted Mar 12, 2015 at 3quarksdaily
Selected Ash’aar from Ghalib 1 That was one man’s failure, Not God’s rule. Come let us too Join an expedition to Mount Sinai. What if he unveils! 2 What sapience, Ghalib, What eloquence, what lines! We could name you a... Continue reading
Posted Mar 11, 2015 at 3quarksdaily
“Dainty footwear turns a young lady into an altogether more beautiful creature . . .” .....................— Etiquette for Ladies - Eliza Sell Sow Trottering down the oss road in me new hooves I’m farmyardy sweet, fresh from the filth of... Continue reading
Posted Mar 8, 2015 at 3quarksdaily
Homing For years you kept your accent in a box beneath the bed, the lock rusted shut by hours of elocution how now brown cow the teacher’s ruler across your legs. We heard it escape sometimes, a guttural uh on... Continue reading
Posted Mar 7, 2015 at 3quarksdaily
Li Ho Li Ho of the province of Honan (not to be confused with the god Li Po of Kansu or Szechuan who made twenty thousand verses) Li Ho, whose mother said, “my son daily vomits up his heart” mounts... Continue reading
Posted Mar 6, 2015 at 3quarksdaily
In Which the Cartographer Explains Himself You might say my job is not to lose myself exactly but to imagine what loss might feel like – the sudden creeping pace, the consultation with trees and blue fences and whatever else... Continue reading
Posted Mar 5, 2015 at 3quarksdaily
The Day Nothing Happened On that day in history, history took a day off. Current events were uneventful. Breaking news never broke. Nobody of any import was born, or died. (If you were born that day, bask in the inverted... Continue reading
Posted Mar 4, 2015 at 3quarksdaily
Without You Again, damn it, radio, television, the papers. The powers that be, as expected, are consummate crooks. Those back in the days at least had some fear, today’s are no better. I’d forbid the days to pass without you,... Continue reading
Posted Mar 3, 2015 at 3quarksdaily
Some Love Poems 1 There you go this morning with frost in your parka down London Road I’d know your walk anywhere But I’m not there I’m in this dumb room with your blond hair & all the beautiful lines... Continue reading
Posted Mar 1, 2015 at 3quarksdaily
Unfinished Book . The Achaeans have been pinned against their hollow ships all winter. Not because this is how the epic unfolds, but because this is where I left off, tired of the clashing of swords, the clamor of armor,... Continue reading
Posted Feb 27, 2015 at 3quarksdaily
Doors and Windows From our fears our courages are born, and in our doubts our certainties live. The dreams announce another possible reality, and the deliriums another reason. In the wanderings the findings are waiting for us, because it s... Continue reading
Posted Feb 26, 2015 at 3quarksdaily
The Nobodies Fleas dream of buying themselves a dog, and nobodies dream of escaping poverty: that one magical day good luck will suddenly rain down on them–will rain down in buckets. But good luck doesn’t rain down yesterday, today, tomorrow,... Continue reading
Posted Feb 24, 2015 at 3quarksdaily
—From the Washington Post - November 13, 1980: "It defies the laws of orbital mechanics as I understand them but two components of the fifth ring out are braided," said Dr. Bradford Smith of the University of Arizona, one of... Continue reading
Posted Feb 22, 2015 at 3quarksdaily
The Burial of the Poet’s Daughter —for Susie Iremonger What an assembly of the old! Of tangled grey hair! Of stooped backs and rheumatism! Of baldness, wrinkles and weak eyes! Their youth unrecognisable now – Experts at death this poetic... Continue reading
Posted Feb 21, 2015 at 3quarksdaily
It’s Our Dance —for Lorna Every Sunday I play Nina Simone’s ‘My baby just cares for me’ & with a different flower in your hair every week you spring out from the bar & I leave the mixing desk &... Continue reading
Posted Feb 20, 2015 at 3quarksdaily
Tennis in the Snow You looked up from your book, and apropos of nothing, asked: Did I ever tell you I played tennis once in the snow? No, I said. You didn't. Where was this? Tennis in the snow! you... Continue reading
Posted Feb 19, 2015 at 3quarksdaily