March 21, 2013
Against a white wall someone’s hair was a treetop, the body,the trunk of a tree.
March 19, 2013
Hell, it feels like nothingis carrying you across like you’re packed in bulrush following the river forward or a motor with its little propeller propped out of the water in back of the boat staring up at easy beauty and thinking of those lines t
March 18, 2013
We play a hundred feet beneath his feet: I kick the ball,she chases it. She’ll paw and nose it somebefore she brings it back, though at times she won’t.Then I fetch.
Eras of Yves Klein
March 14, 2013
The Era of Having Famous Painter ParentsThe Era of Bypassing the Problematics of ArtThe Era of Learning to Write with Left HandThe Era of the Irish JournalThe Era of Doing Rosicrucian Exercises Every Night After Supper and Mailing Them to Cal
Becoming T. S. Eliot, for Better and for Worse
March 04, 2013
Now that we know so much about Eliot, are we still so curious about him?
February 28, 2013
Where the branches of the honey locust thronged through daylight hours with wings and voices of bluejays finches cardinals chickadees and white-throated sparrows making their spring-loaded hunger-sweetened pres
February 27, 2013
When the light-stunned doewent stupid, I couldn’t fire,a furtive scruple that meant nothingto the blue light that whooped onbehind us, us with two pistolssliding across the seat. Bobbyslapped the lights o! and gunned it,slamming into the dark.
Poem with the Window Left Open
February 25, 2013
All you have to do is open the windowto let the night in: then mothseffervesce in a streamtowards the lamp, then the cool airthat blows between the blackbird andthe bat, air that blues the whole worldlets itself in, the whole worldstared at so intent
How Baudelaire Revolutionized Modern Literature
February 21, 2013
Baudelaire thought that everything natural was corrupt. This perverse, humiliating belief changed the face of literature.
February 20, 2013
The massive, grimy river shouldered its waytoward the harbor.