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In Broken Images He is quick, thinking in clear images; I am slow, thinking in broken images. He becomes dull, trusting to his clear images; I become sharp, mistrusting my broken images, Trusting his images, he assumes their relevance; Mistrusting... Continue reading
Posted yesterday at 3quarksdaily
Barbarians They do not come with furred caps, Smelling of maresmilk, scimitared, Dour, as tellable as kites. They live quietly next door, Speak almost the same language, Wear almost the same clothes. Inside the walls. But Do not think they... Continue reading
Posted 2 days ago at 3quarksdaily
From Blossoms From blossoms comes this brown paper bag of peaches we bought from the boy at the bend in the road where we turned toward signs painted Peaches. From laden boughs, from hands, from sweet fellowship in the bins,... Continue reading
Posted 3 days ago at 3quarksdaily
Freud, 1938, Vienna “...men are not gentle creatures who want to be loved...; they are on the contrary, creatures among whose instinctual endowments is to be reckoned a powerful share of aggressiveness.” —Sigmund Freud, Civilization and Its Discontents Vienna, 1938,... Continue reading
Posted 4 days ago at 3quarksdaily
Why the Poets always Read First and the Fiction-writers Second at the Sunday Afternoon Readings at the Art School in Carrboro, NC . The reason is that poetry was present at the poorly advertized first audition of the Universe when... Continue reading
Posted 6 days ago at 3quarksdaily
Lint Beneath the brushed wing of the mallard an awkward loveliness Under the cedar lid a mirror and a box in a box Blue is all around like an overturned bowl. What to do with this noise and persistent lint.... Continue reading
Posted Mar 19, 2017 at 3quarksdaily
On the Freedom of the Press While free from Force the Press remains, Virtue and Freedom chear our Plains, And Learning Largesses bestows, And keeps unlicens’d open House. We to the Nation’s publick Mart Our Works of Wit, and Schemes... Continue reading
Posted Mar 18, 2017 at 3quarksdaily
At Llanvillo An owl. The slamming of a distant door. A shrew-squeal in the hedge at hand. So separate, so rare. Inside this chic vitrine, The night. The night. The Silence and the deep Welsh night. And now I turn... Continue reading
Posted Mar 15, 2017 at 3quarksdaily
Ormesby Psalter East Anglican School, ca.1310 The psalter invites us to consider a cat and a rat in relationship to an arched hole, which we shall call Circumstance. Out of Circumstance walks the splendid rat, who is larger than he... Continue reading
Posted Mar 14, 2017 at 3quarksdaily
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Hearing Parker the First Time The blue notes spiraling up from the transistor radio tuned to WNOE, New Orleans, lifted me out of bed in Seward County, Kansas, where the plains wind riffed telephone wires in tones less strange than... Continue reading
Posted Mar 12, 2017 at 3quarksdaily
“After pulling ourselves up by the straps of our boots we’re found hanging from a tree in the woods having fashioned them into a just noose.” —Roshi Bob Chernobyl No, child, not rain. It was not rain fallen down to... Continue reading
Posted Mar 11, 2017 at 3quarksdaily
Repent A visual delight, the killer whale. Two-tone black and white from snout to tale. Worth hunting deep at sea. And when we’ve captured two or three we pen them in a little jail and teach them tricks to do... Continue reading
Posted Mar 7, 2017 at 3quarksdaily
1955 Anger and envy much in vogue. Yet this is the welfare state, Health and contentment guaranteed. Nature smiles; only historians Wake in the night. One or two Wise men make their wills. And they do well. An age of... Continue reading
Posted Mar 4, 2017 at 3quarksdaily
duplex 1- By voice, by camera by tea lights, by night by spit across a void you say dark water, such dark water. The note is held so long you forget it is there. And then we are going about... Continue reading
Posted Mar 3, 2017 at 3quarksdaily
Meredith Meredith, we apologise. We were not ourselves And you were so weak, You picky-headed dreamer Outsider from Ghana With the dark-skin grandma You, girl with nothing Who always lost everything. We apologise. We regret that we hated the poor;... Continue reading
Posted Mar 1, 2017 at 3quarksdaily
Visiting the Oracle It’s dark on purpose so just listen. Maybe I inhabit a jar, maybe a pot, maybe nothing. Only this loose end of a voice rising to meet you. It sounds like water. Don’t think about that. Let... Continue reading
Posted Feb 26, 2017 at 3quarksdaily
“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 Feb 24, 2017 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 Feb 23, 2017 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 Feb 22, 2017 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