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“My two great loves are physics and New Mexico. It’s a pity they can’t be combined.” —J.R. Oppenheimer La Jornada Oppenheimer I could have loved you wrapped my legs tightly around your white buttocks to keep you thinly against me... Continue reading
Posted 2 days ago at 3quarksdaily
After Sehwan —dedicated to Sheema Kermani— because she went. and Ahmed Faiz’s Aaj Bazaar mein Pa ba JollaN Chalo Go Unwept tears, inner torments Enough Hidden desires, silent accusations Enough Go Flaunt your fetters in the street Arms aloft, enraptured,... Continue reading
Posted 3 days ago at 3quarksdaily
"Nobody asked (the candidate) what makes America great? What are the metrics?” —Jon Stewart __________________________________________ Photograph, Maryland Agricultural College Livestock Show, 1924 Blond, wholesome, serene, thier white shirtsleeves rolled, these boys in white ducks keep sleek black hogs at their... Continue reading
Posted 4 days ago at 3quarksdaily
The Spirit The Triumph do you remember learning to tie your shoes? astonishing! the loops you had to make the delicate adjustments the pulling-through tightening impossible! the things we learn! putting a bridle on a horse when he's headshy getting... Continue reading
Posted Feb 18, 2017 at 3quarksdaily
Unarmed _________________________________ . Why will I recount this for you, fluent waitress bringing me pad thai in the corner noodle shop? How my father passed on only empty-handed rage, having lost, after Guadalcanal, all taste for carnage, how I missed... Continue reading
Posted Feb 17, 2017 at 3quarksdaily
At Full Moon I can see him, silhouette of a man in his bathroom window. By that light he works on apace. Rubs lather into his cheeks and then with a razor shaves the wolf from his face. by Ester... Continue reading
Posted Feb 16, 2017 at 3quarksdaily
The Idea of Egypt Begins to Emerge in 1955 AD After a Field Trip to the Mummy in the NashvilleMuseum of Natural History Unlike us they spoke with a foreign accent Egyptian I guess and they didn’t live very long... Continue reading
Posted Feb 12, 2017 at 3quarksdaily
The world I lived in had a soft voice and no claws. —Lisel Mueller . Curriculum Vitae 2015 1) Three months before he was born the Romanian dictator and his wife were executed before a firing squad. To this day... Continue reading
Posted Feb 10, 2017 at 3quarksdaily
Wait a Minute I open my eyes in the morning. For a minute I am neither here nor there. Then in the next minute I am here but starting to be there. The day has begun. I will get up... Continue reading
Posted Feb 9, 2017 at 3quarksdaily
Visit to my Mother The pink and red Impatiens in her garden look artificial. And the lawn too green. But all of Rosebank and its malls look artificial to me. I feel stranded among her fish forks and knives. The... Continue reading
Posted Feb 8, 2017 at 3quarksdaily
Samba in the Sky The poor have the best views, Views sloping down to sea. A green and yellow planet, A blue band, rung with stars. The poor have the best views. You have to walk to get there. Up... Continue reading
Posted Feb 5, 2017 at 3quarksdaily
Making Children Behave Do they think of me now in those strange Asian villages where nothing ever seemed quite human but myself and my few grim friends moving through them hunched in lines? When they tell stories to their children... Continue reading
Posted Feb 4, 2017 at 3quarksdaily
The Waters Poet, oracle and wit Like unsuccessful anglers by The ponds of apperception sit, Baiting with the wrong request The vectors of their interest; At nightfall tell the anglers lie. With time in tempest everywhere To rafts of frail... Continue reading
Posted Feb 3, 2017 at 3quarksdaily
Whittling: The Last Class What has been written about whittling is not true most of it It is the discovery that keeps the fingers moving not idleness but the knife looking for the right plane that will let the secret... Continue reading
Posted Feb 2, 2017 at 3quarksdaily
We Lived Happily During the War . And when they bombed other people’s houses, we protested but not enough, we opposed them but not enough. I was in my bed, around my bed America was falling: invisible house by invisible... Continue reading
Posted Jan 31, 2017 at 3quarksdaily
Woman Skating . A lake sunken among cedar and black spruce hills; late afternoon. On the ice a woman skating, jacket sudden red against the white. concentrating on moving in perfect circles. ,,,,, (actually she is my mother. She is... Continue reading
Posted Jan 29, 2017 at 3quarksdaily
“Excessive sorrow laughs. Excessive joy weeps.” ……………………………...................……. —William Blake Snatch of Sliphorn Jazz Are you happy? It’s the only way to be, kid. Yes, be happy, it’s a good nice way to be. But not happy-happy, kid, don’t be too... Continue reading
Posted Jan 28, 2017 at 3quarksdaily
Cole Porter . Tell them something you can live with. The world is a hyperbole of grief. Say Grief and give them magic. Your sleight of hand is all they need to understand that magic is its own hyperbole, that... Continue reading
Posted Jan 27, 2017 at 3quarksdaily
Departmental An ant on the tablecloth Ran into a dormant moth Of many times his size. He showed not the least surprise. His business wasn't with such. He gave it scarcely a touch, And was off on his duty run.... Continue reading
Posted Jan 25, 2017 at 3quarksdaily
The depth of value of a thing is in how much its missed. ............................ —Roshi Bob The Executive’s Death Merchants have multiplied more than the stars of heaven Half the population are like the long grasshoppers That sleep in the... Continue reading
Posted Jan 22, 2017 at 3quarksdaily
Discovery I believe in the great discovery. I believe in the man who will make the discovery. I believe in the fear of the man who will make the discovery. I believe in his face going white, His queasiness, his... Continue reading
Posted Jan 21, 2017 at 3quarksdaily
The Errand ‘On you go now! Run, son, like the devil And tell your mother to try To find me a bubble for the spirit level And a new knot for this tie.’ But still he was glad, I know,... Continue reading
Posted Jan 20, 2017 at 3quarksdaily
Accounts . Light was on its way from nothing to nowhere. Light was all business Light was full speed when it got interrupted. Interrupted by what? When it got tangled up and broke into opposite broke into brand new things.... Continue reading
Posted Jan 19, 2017 at 3quarksdaily
Deliberate So by sixteen we move in packs learn to strut and slide in deliberate lowdown rhythm talk in syn/co/pa/ted beat because we want so bad to be cool, never to be mistaken for white, even when we leave these... Continue reading
Posted Jan 17, 2017 at 3quarksdaily
The Tip Just days before the crash that killed him, my father lost the tip of his index finger while working on the same vehicle that would take him away. I recall my mother’s scream that brought me out of... Continue reading
Posted Jan 15, 2017 at 3quarksdaily