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I'm tired. The end of the day can't come Soon enough. The umbrellas have been busy today And everything I own is dripping. I've answered your questions and can't answer Any more. Let me sleep the sleep of the drained. Continue reading
Please be tactful. Make allowances. Walk further than before. Explaining is nothing. Age hinders. Evening faces depress us sometimes. Rain also. Turning around is impossible now. Meaning is in the emotion not in the display. Only say what won't hurt. It will be alright in the end. Continue reading
It's impossible she said as she fed the elephants to Think clearly before nine in the morning and the composition of Works of genius has to wait until at least after sunset And as the maid brought breakfast in on a tray made of the best wood I thought about all the great works of imagination not yet made And of lunch, which was to be steamed eggs and spinach, perhaps. Continue reading
Oh my mouth hurts! The things it says. I was raised (by mouth) to be an idiot . Out of the mouth of babes comes so much truth without words. I clean my teeth because stupid words are caught in the cracks. You know I can be really fucking funny. Listen. I'm trying to speak without speaking. I'm not sure it's working. Continue reading
My truth is not your fact. Your truth is not my fact. Truths are not facts. Continue reading
If you could be a metaphysical conceit, which metaphysical conceit Would you be? The feather and the career in social work? Yeah, me too, Though I have a soft spot for the soft spot and the intransigent cunt. Continue reading
"I can't marry the toilet attendant - she's below me. I have standards and won't go lower than a bus driver." Continue reading
I've been trying to explain things I've never understood To myself and a hundred and twenty other people You know how sometimes when you start talking Things begin to come clear that were until then obscured by fog A moment of clarity arrives as if by the hand of a divine messenger Continue reading
ADVICE I'VE BEEN GIVEN TODAY You don't have to be feeling energetic to play badminton You don't have to be hungry to eat You don't have to be feeling sexy to have sex You don't have to be sleepy to sleep You don't have to be stupid Continue reading
Oh My job would be so much easier If we had no language Every day I could just come to you And give you a blank sheet of paper And you would be dead impressed Continue reading
SUMMER READING (Poetry First XI) Marlowe’s “If It Were Not For The Sheep, My Love” Shakespeare’s “You Remind Me Of Winter, My Love” Herrick’s “To The Working Girls” Milton’s “I Can See For Miles” Wordsworth’s “She Lived Behind The Shopping Mall” Byron’s “When We Two Partied” Shelley’s “To Some Bird” Keats’s “On First Opening Your Front Door” Arnold’s “From Here I Can Flee To France” Rossetti’s “I Wish I Could Forget, My Love” Yeats’s “When You Die, My Love” Continue reading
1. This year is a special year in history Because we have been filling it with ourselves 2. My tears are in a plastic bag and it’s got a hole in it la di da Continue reading
TODAY’S EMOTIONS Sincere Melancholy Frightened Happy Already I already miss thee already Hopeless Stupid Whatever Happy (My hair is gone from curly to straight because of this, but I don’t have words to say how that “feels"....) Continue reading
I’m shaping up for some kind of fight but I’m not exactly sure What kind of fight it’s going to be. I’m in a place I’ve not been in Before. I’m in company I’ve never kept before and I don’t know What they’ll do or be like or how I’ll react. You’re never too Old to learn. The elephants on the farm tell me not to worry – They say it’ll be ok. I wish I could be sure. Continue reading
Before an Englishman can Speak it’s necessary that his mouth be Surgically opened. English eyes see Only a short distance. When Englishmen Fight it’s the foreigner who suffers. All The world stops its ears when the English Begin to tell them how to think. English clothes Are not made in England. English children Learn to swim in the rain. When in love The English are not the French. English manners Dictate that a gentleman take off his hat Before making a decision; the absence of hats Explains the absence of decisions. The English Are not Scottish or Welsh. When The... Continue reading
TYPHOON KOPPU Woke us up at 4:30 in the morning Breaking trees The English for táifēng (台风) is typho... Continue reading
Sometimes when I am feeling lost and lonely I go and talk to the horse; sometimes when the horse Is lost and lonely he goes to look for other horses. Continue reading
EIGHT SHORT STORIES (Abridged) 1. Nothing had ever happened afore this. 2. It was a good time we’d been having but around yonder corner a bad one was lurking. 3. During this time of travail we praised the Lord for moments of silence. 4. An element of uncertainty was embedded within the experience we were experiencing. 5. That will be summat to tell the gran’chillun. 6. The last time this happened I knew trouble was a-brewin’. 7. What will happen after this, we wondered, somewhat all agog. 8. Next time I’ll be prepared. Continue reading
“Old Mr. Clapp, who was in his shirt-sleeves, trimming the garden-plot, shrank back alarmed.” Everything is temporary; nothing lasts. I remember. I remember. The garden-plot. Continue reading
What was the last thing you said Last night? What was the first thing you said This morning? What was the last thing you thought Last night? What was the first thing you thought This morning? What are you thinking Now? What is it you want to say Now? Continue reading
If you could be John Donne which John Donne would you be? Most people don't understand this question but I figure you do. It's the difference between waking up on your own Or next to a new friend. Continue reading
SONNET 34 Please once more illumine me with your brightly eyes I am like as to a ship all at sea having lost its guiding light Send a message and a lifeline before this dreadful day dies Your notes revive me for a while until the sleepless night Continue reading
Some people talk Too much Some people talk too much Some people talk all the fucking time Continue reading
Remember (we forget it so often) poems have a duty to remind you that you are alive and can think but even crappy poems can do that, in a perverse kind of a way. Some people think 'feeling is everything'; but feeling is only some of it, not all of it. (Discuss.) 'I have had enough sadness' and I'm kind of bored, you know. I found a poem at The New Yorker, by Dean Young, and thank God for it, because it reminds me how wonderful and inspiring and inspiriting poetry can be. You are alive and can think, no... Continue reading
In the world I have quite small feet In the world I am taller now I have quite small feet in the world I am taller now in the world Continue reading