Sunday, June 20, 2010
Tuesday, December 15, 2009
by Dorothea Tanning
Never mind the pins
And needles I am on.
Let all the other instruments
Of torture have their way.
Froze my coffee
I caught the toaster
Eating my toast.
Did I press the right
Buttons on all these
Daring me to press them?
Did you gasp on seeing what
The mailman just brought?
Will the fellow I saw pedalling
Across the bridge live long
After losing his left leg,
His penis, and his bike
Will his sad wife find
Consolation with the
Computer wizard called in
Last year to deal with glitches?
Did you defuse the boys’
Bomb before your house
Was under water, same
As everything else?
My sister grabbed her
Silver hand mirror
Before floating away.
The dog yelped constantly,
Tipping our canoe.
Monday, November 9, 2009
A Name for All
BY HART CRANE
Moonmoth and grasshopper that flee our page
And still wing on, untarnished of the name
We pinion to your bodies to assuage
Our envy of your freedom—we must maim
Because we are usurpers, and chagrined—
And take the wing and scar it in the hand.
Names we have, even, to clap on the wind;
But we must die, as you, to understand.
I dreamed that all men dropped their names, and sang
As only they can praise, who build their days
With fin and hoof, with wing and sweetened fang
Struck free and holy in one Name always.
My grandma is gone. It isn't completely real yet. I wear her necklace that I tell myself still smells like her. I have her picture on her built in bookshelves that she wanted back. She still surrounds me even after she has gone. "Oh precious angel, you know I love you."
Sunday, November 1, 2009
Harvey doesn't laugh about how I stay short while everybody grows.
Harvey remembers I like jellybeans - except black.
Harvey lends me shirts I don't have to give back.
I'm scared of ghosts and only Harvey knows.
Harvey thinks I will when I say someday I will marry Margie Rose.
Harvey shares his lemonade - sip for sip.
He whispers "zip" when I forget to zip.
He swears I don't have funny-looking toes.
Harvey calls me up when I'm in bed with a sore throat and runny nose.
Harvey says I'm nice 0 but not too nice.
And if there is a train to Paradise,
I won't get on it unless Harvey goes.
I call my best Harvey and have for years because of this poem. She is now in London and very very far away for a long time and I miss her.
Wednesday, February 18, 2009
Every week I check my local listings hoping for a good show. Desperately hoping for someone I enjoy to come to my town and every week I'm disappointed ... until two weeks ago. Gary Jules and Cat Power were coming. My town was going to FINALLY have someone I LOVED. and then I realized I was going to be gone. I never leave town. Ever. and I was going to be gone for Cat Power. Gary Jules was playing on a Wednesday. Making it to a mid-week concert was looking hopeful until plans fell through. So here I sit while Gary Jules plays, exasperated.
Saturday, September 20, 2008
Anyone who knows me knows my affection, admiration and respect for this brilliant man. The fact that the world will not be graced with any more words from him grieves me to no end. David Foster Wallace, you brilliant brilliant man.