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For Example There was an old Dutch lady Lived in a room in the house In front of my small shack Who sat all day in the garden By my door and read. She said she knew the East And... Continue reading
Posted 2 hours ago at 3quarksdaily
Yet Another Scandal It’s all corrupt, of course it is. The camouflage just confirms the immutable pattern. The boy from the outskirts, caressed for his plasticity and powers of abstraction, is drawn in deeper and deeper, either on Wall Street,... Continue reading
Posted 2 days ago at 3quarksdaily
My People I come from people who swear without realising they’re swearing. I come from scaffolders and plasterers and shoemakers and carers, the type of carers paid pence per minute to visit an old lady’s house. Some of my people... Continue reading
Posted 3 days ago at 3quarksdaily
And the soul, if she is to know herself, must look inside the soul —Plato And the Soul And the soul, if she is to know herself must look into the soul and find what kind of beast is hiding.... Continue reading
Posted 5 days ago at 3quarksdaily
The Snake Handler —After Dennis Covington I’m not long for this world, the young man said nonchalantly. The next night I watch him at church. Why would one take up death, suicide? He grasps the rattler from the wooden box.... Continue reading
Posted 6 days ago at 3quarksdaily
The Elusive Jellyfish Nebula . At the aquarium, the jellyfish are lit from below—blue and pink hues flash in time with the ebb and flow of visitors come to see what the depth of an ocean looks like. The true... Continue reading
Posted Sep 30, 2015 at 3quarksdaily
The Unnamable River 1. Is it in the anthracite face of a coal miner, crystallized in the veins and lungs of a steel worker, pulverized in the grimy hands of a railroad engineer? Is it in a child naming a... Continue reading
Posted Sep 25, 2015 at 3quarksdaily
Parade Peter says if you’re going to talk about suffering you have to mention pleasure too. Like the way, on the day of the parade, on Forbes Avenue, one hundred parking tickets flutter under the windshield wipers of one hundred... Continue reading
Posted Sep 24, 2015 at 3quarksdaily
Morning at the Window They are rattling breakfast plates in basement kitchens, And along the trampled edges of the street I am aware of the damp souls of housemaids Sprouting despondently at area gates. The brown waves of fog toss... Continue reading
Posted Sep 23, 2015 at 3quarksdaily
At One-ment ... —Yom Kippur, 9/22/15 To find the means to a mend To try a new take to forsake a mistake To unfold the past and straighten its bend To un-muddy a pool and make it clear To lift... Continue reading
Posted Sep 22, 2015 at 3quarksdaily
Sonnet 15 When I consider every thing that grows Holds in perfection but a little moment, That this huge stage presenteth nought but shows Whereon the stars in secret influence comment; When I perceive that men as plants increase, Cheered... Continue reading
Posted Sep 20, 2015 at 3quarksdaily
Motion . You're crying here, but they're dancing, there they're dancing in your tear. There they're happy, making merry, they don't know a blessed thing. Almost the glimmering of mirrors. Almost candles flickering. Nearly staircases and hallways. Gestures, lace cuffs,... Continue reading
Posted Sep 19, 2015 at 3quarksdaily
Possibilities I prefer movies. I prefer cats. I prefer the oaks along the Warta. I prefer Dickens to Dostoyevsky. I prefer myself liking people to myself loving mankind. I prefer keeping a needle and thread on hand, just in case.... Continue reading
Posted Sep 16, 2015 at 3quarksdaily
Boy with a Halo at the Farmers Market . The metal halo was bolted into his skull, little drills secured the scaffold, so his bones could rebuild themselves. How truly graced he must have been to survive a broken neck.... Continue reading
Posted Sep 13, 2015 at 3quarksdaily
We are Not Separate We are not separate beings, you and I We are different strands of the same being You are me and I am you and we are they and they are us This is how we’re meant... Continue reading
Posted Sep 12, 2015 at 3quarksdaily
Map A hill, a farm, A forest, and a valley. Half a hill plowed, half woods. A forest valley and a valley field. Sun passes over; Two solstices a year Cow in the pasture Sometimes a deer A farmhouse built... Continue reading
Posted Sep 11, 2015 at 3quarksdaily
After Aquinas Try making a man with no soul, you who can do all things. Not quite all. Is it you or your end that’s manifest in forms fixed before you, or in the first sums the schoolchild learns, likewise... Continue reading
Posted Sep 10, 2015 at 3quarksdaily
Nobody . I'm nobody! Who are you? Are you nobody, too? Then there's a pair of us -- don't tell! They'd banish -- you know! How dreary to be somebody! How public like a frog To tell one's name the... Continue reading
Posted Sep 9, 2015 at 3quarksdaily
Summary of a Conversation What does it mean to be authentic, to run down the middle of Dizengoff Street and shout in Judeo-Arabic “Ana min el-Maghreb, ana min el-Maghreb”? (I am from the Atlas mountains, I am from the Atlas... Continue reading
Posted Sep 5, 2015 at 3quarksdaily
Fire . the Lord your God is a consuming fire The stories of the gods outshine the moon your story is darkness outshining the sun we hide our eyes because of your fire at the moment of the mountain let... Continue reading
Posted Sep 4, 2015 at 3quarksdaily
Poem by Rachel Zucker The other day Matt Rohrer said, the next time you feel yourself going dark in a poem, just don’t, and see what happens. That was when Matt, Deborah Landau, Catherine Barnett, and I were chatting, on... Continue reading
Posted Sep 2, 2015 at 3quarksdaily
Roy Orbison and John Milton Are Still Dreaming . You know what I mean: In the instant of waking in bliss, the whole body smiles— He’s still alive—She came back—They didn’t mean it— We forgive and are forgiven—It all turned... Continue reading
Posted Aug 27, 2015 at 3quarksdaily
Pumpkin Flower . For thirty-three years as a poet I merrily defined what beauty was. Each time, without hesitation I would declare: beauty is like this, or: this is a betrayal of beauty. I went crazy over several different kinds... Continue reading
Posted Aug 26, 2015 at 3quarksdaily
From a Balcony The sun is an orange from the Peloponnese staining clouds and stuccoed walls, sailboats tacking out to sea. Damson shapes chase light from under vines; shadows grope their way, thick arabesques of lace furrowed at the frame.... Continue reading
Posted Aug 25, 2015 at 3quarksdaily
In Magnolia .. —for my sons when i was twenty five .. we hiked the grass spare trails that snake from ocean to Swan Pond .. my two small crab catchers & me .. we buried pet turtles at sea... Continue reading
Posted Aug 23, 2015 at 3quarksdaily