tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-149262442024-03-08T03:20:58.928+08:00wb :hypertext shouting.Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger277125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14926244.post-37391250910192603942023-03-31T11:39:00.000+08:002023-04-01T11:46:55.817+08:00 Lost and found (ie ode to my rainbow stethoscope)<p class="p1" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-size: 12px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: justify;">Stethoscopes come and</p><p class="p1" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-size: 12px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: justify;">Stethoscopes go</p><p class="p1" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-size: 12px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: justify;">But you were special<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></p><p class="p1" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-size: 12px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: justify;">Somehow</p><p class="p1" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-size: 12px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: justify;">Plum coloured stem</p><p class="p1" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-size: 12px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: justify;">Rainbow diaphragm</p><p class="p1" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-size: 12px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: justify;">I misplaced you<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></p><p class="p1" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-size: 12px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: justify;">A few hours into this deep indigo night</p><p class="p1" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-size: 12px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: justify;">Lost</p><p class="p1" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-size: 12px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: justify;">In this forest plot</p><p class="p1" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-size: 12px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: justify;">I believe there was a sunset</p><p class="p1" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-size: 12px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: justify;">That I missed a few hours ago</p><p class="p1" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-size: 12px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: justify;">Tied up deciphering muffled murmurs</p><p class="p1" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-size: 12px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: justify;">With a yellow plastic stethoscope<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></p><p class="p1" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-size: 12px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: justify;">Like a boomerang</p><p class="p1" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-size: 12px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: justify;">Out of the blue you found your way back</p><p class="p1" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-size: 12px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: justify;">Like a Chinese New Year</p><p class="p1" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-size: 12px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: justify;">Angbao<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></p><p class="p1" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-size: 12px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: justify;">They say</p><p class="p1" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-size: 12px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: justify;">It’s not about the stethoscope, it’s about</p><p class="p1" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-size: 12px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: justify;">What’s between the years</p><p class="p1" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-size: 12px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: justify;">But I</p><p class="p1" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-size: 12px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: justify;">Beg to differ</p><p class="p1" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-size: 12px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: justify;">====</p><p class="p1" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-size: 12px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: justify;">an old one. but one of my faves. haha</p>thanks for all the fishhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02983260205574107847noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14926244.post-64350946341311566002020-04-29T23:24:00.001+08:002020-04-29T23:24:40.357+08:00words.<div class="p1" style="font-family: "helvetica neue"; font-size: 12px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal;">
words used to sprout</div>
<div class="p1" style="font-family: "helvetica neue"; font-size: 12px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal;">
like new green wheals</div>
<div class="p1" style="font-family: "helvetica neue"; font-size: 12px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal;">
from the tendrils of a crashing winter</div>
<div class="p1" style="font-family: "helvetica neue"; font-size: 12px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal;">
zigzag marathons</div>
<div class="p1" style="font-family: "helvetica neue"; font-size: 12px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal;">
on the last vestiges of snow</div>
<div class="p1" style="font-family: "helvetica neue"; font-size: 12px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal;">
trying to avoid</div>
<div class="p1" style="font-family: "helvetica neue"; font-size: 12px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal;">
loch ness monsters</div>
<div class="p1" style="font-family: "helvetica neue"; font-size: 12px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal;">
nipping at my heels.</div>
<div class="p1" style="font-family: "helvetica neue"; font-size: 12px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal;">
<br /></div>
<div class="p1" style="font-family: "helvetica neue"; font-size: 12px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal;">
they have been grounded</div>
<div class="p1" style="font-family: "helvetica neue"; font-size: 12px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal;">
For some time now;</div>
<div class="p1" style="font-family: "helvetica neue"; font-size: 12px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal;">
stuck on a separate plane</div>
<div class="p1" style="font-family: "helvetica neue"; font-size: 12px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal;">
But somehow</div>
<div class="p1" style="font-family: "helvetica neue"; font-size: 12px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal;">
behind scuba masks</div>
<div class="p1" style="font-family: "helvetica neue"; font-size: 12px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal;">
and airhugs<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></div>
<div class="p1" style="font-family: "helvetica neue"; font-size: 12px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal;">
the sealed words.</div>
<div class="p1" style="font-family: "helvetica neue"; font-size: 12px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal;">
the words we have are enough.</div>
thanks for all the fishhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02983260205574107847noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14926244.post-23594904135016055732018-02-18T12:11:00.001+08:002018-02-18T12:12:50.179+08:00this yeari resolve not to pine<br />
over the apples<br />
not to let tart<br />
comments get to me<br />
to set the dust dogs free<br />
<br />
to find someplace<br />
that produces those<br />
love letters<br />
or perchance somewhere<br />
one can roost<br />
free range<br />
<br />
in the middle of this spring<br />
clearing<br />
to find some time<br />
to watch the sky turn<br />
orange<br />
<div>
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thanks for all the fishhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02983260205574107847noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14926244.post-63485091028408749392015-11-24T20:38:00.001+08:002015-11-24T20:38:19.345+08:00Stories"I feel sad, write a story to cheer me up!"<br /><br />I looked over the tops of the stacks of books at her pout, almost comical in its childishness. Time didn't leave its trails on her; her eyes twinkled as tender as the day we met. Mine were perhaps a little duller now, but she thought nothing of it. I shifted my gaze back to the books, glanced across the gilded letters on the worn leather spines.<br /><br />"Well, there are many stories here that are nice to read..."<br /><br />"No! I want you to write one!"<br /><br />"Surely you haven't read them all?"<br /><br />"I haven't! But it doesn't matter, and my name's not Shirley!"<br /><br />I chuckled and shook my head, and the beginnings of a smile crept into the corners of her lips. It took hold soon enough, and she couldn't bear to hide her glee.<br /><br />"So, are you going to write one? Mmmmm?"<br /><br />How could I refuse? But then, I thought, she ought to work a little herself.<br /><br />"Come over, why don't we write a story together?"<br /><br />It must have been her plan all along. With a grin from ear to ear now, she lightly stepped over, drew up a chair, and sat down beside me.<br /><br />"Alright, where do we start?"<br /><br />A story is a strange thing, fragile as a fledgling, beautiful as it buds, grotesque as it grows, silent in its suffering, and divine in its death. I wanted the story to be hers, as much as one might "have" a story, anyway.<br /><br />"Well... we need to start with the sad parts, I think."<br /><br />"Why can't we start with the happy parts? Hey, this is supposed to cheer me up, you know?"<br /><br />"Yes, but everyone knows what the happy parts feel like, mmm? It's the sad parts that are different for everyone."<br /><br />"Can't I have just happy parts, anyway?"<br /><br />"Well... if you don't know what sadness is, how can you feel really happy, instead of just... pleasure?"<br /><br />While she was mulling that over, I pulled up a piece of paper and two pencils, and drew a little dot in the center.<br /><br />"That's our beginning."<br /><br />With a few flourishes, I drew a few spokes from the spot.<br /><br />"And that's where our sad parts are going to be."<br /><br />"Shouldn't we have a line instead? Like, a... time... line?"<br /><br />"Memories don't work like that, you know. They don't go in a straight line. They obey their own laws... and since you're making the memories, you get to decide what happens to them."<br /><br />She took the sheet of paper from me, squinted melodramatically at my crude drawing, then turned the sheet to the other side. She drew another point in the center, but instead of spokes, she drew a two-armed spiral coming out from it.<br /><br />"I think I want these memories to... to circle out from the... back into the beginning."<br /><br />She held the pencil up, and, staring into the air, absentmindedly touched it to her nose. Then she looked down again, and put a little cross on the arm on the right.<br /><br />"That's where the sad parts are going to start."<br /><br />Her forehead scrunched for half a minute or so before she turned to me again.<br /><br />"What sort of sad parts do you usually put into stories?"<br /><br />I sighed. It wasn't quite easy to describe.<br /><br />"Uh, as I said, the sad parts are different for everyone..."<br /><br />She rolled her eyes and pouted again, but turned back to the sheet of paper, still pensive.<br /><br />"I think that I'll put in... loss."<br /><br />"What sort of loss?"<br /><br />"I don't know! Mmm... loss of... you said that time doesn't matter when we're writing it, right?"<br /><br />"That's... right?"<br /><br />"Alright then. I'll put in a loss of the future."<br /><br />I raised my eyebrows at the thought. She stared at me and sighed, as though I were a silly skunk.<br /><br />"You know, when people make decisions, that's it. That's a loss of all the other futures that might have happened. And you know what's worst? It's that you don't know what you've lost, and you never will. And you'll always wonder."<br /><br />I paused in thought, my hands almost-unconsciously finding each other, and my gaze fell to my lap. She soon went back to smiling and sketching on the sheet, the scratching of the pencil soothing the strands of my senses. At length, I looked up with a little worry in my eyes.<br /><br />"How could anyone be happy like that?"<br /><br />She laughed at me (and she said, said she) with a smile like the rose in June.<br /><br />"How could you ever feel really happy, knowing that you would be happier or sadder in the future? Mmmm? When you don't know what will happen, then you're free to enjoy whatever you have as much as you want to."<br /><br />It was my turn to smile. I knew then that she would be a great writer of stories.<br /><br />"Well, I think I can leave the rest up to you now."<br /><br />She looked up and smiled at me, and those eyes!- as tender as the day I lost her mother. I rose and stretched a little, and went to get myself a drink. After all, stories don't just have a beginning- you have to watch them as they grow up.<br />
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-~-<br />
<br />
Written for a writing prompt on Reddit:<br />
https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/comments/3u2e9u/wpi_feel_sad_write_a_story_to_cheer_me_up/cxbaj8eUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14926244.post-37329367987879843992015-11-01T14:28:00.002+08:002015-11-01T14:28:16.378+08:00just dessertssometimes you can tell<br />
it isnt meat to be<br />
some are too nutty<br />
others are always in a jam<br />
<br />
sometimes it's obvious -<br />
someone who sets<br />
the lab on fire<br />
isnt good at baking exactly<br />
<br />
true, life's not a picnic<br />
and anyway<br />
there's always the threat<br />
of dengue<br />
<br />
sometimes all goes smoothly<br />
but the glucometer reads HI<br />
or you discover<br />
a cavity<br />
<br />
sometimes you find the perfect<br />
gingerbread<br />
but the season is over;<br />
it's too latte<br />
<br />thanks for all the fishhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02983260205574107847noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14926244.post-90094693625405849992015-10-29T16:16:00.002+08:002015-10-29T16:16:12.463+08:00Prime TimeRusset leaves and sunset eaves<br />Calm the heart and quake the knees<br />Like some melodious disease.<br /><br />Always the first iniquities<br />Are the sovereign bonds and the equities<br />That titillate the intellect<br />With just enough of fict and fact,<br />A mediocre tease.<br /><br />And then, with promises of ease,<br />The deeds and debts to properties<br />That one half-willingly contracts<br />And half as willingly forgets<br />Upon the payment of the broker's fees,<br /><br />And the termination of the lease.<br /><br />---<br /><br />The spilling amber paints its ease<br />Upon the cracked mahoganies.<br />First your hands, and then your eyes,<br />And then your mind will tell you lies,<br />Even your gilded vanities.<br /><br />And with their careless vagaries,<br />Years on years in every crease.<br />Clouded eyes and candleglare<br />Trace each callus, trace each care<br />Measuring your disabilities.<br /><br />When did you turn your faculties<br />To petty things as these?<br /><br />---<br /><br />Beside the bottles and the lawyer's sheaves,<br />Familiar faces, faded memories:<br />The hanged man, Justice, Temperance,<br />The hierophant, the empress,<br />And the lovers- now the divorcees.<br /><br />Tender laughter, ever may it tease<br />Your pains away.<br />Let it linger, let it stay<br />With the comfort that it guarantees.<br /><br />Still- wherefore, whence, and whither these<br />Pangs and pains, o these regrets,<br />With your philosopher's degrees?<br /><br />---<br /><br />Rugged hands that wait on ragged knees<br />Warm themselves upon the sunset leaves.<br />Moving with their careless vagaries,<br />Years on years in every wrinkled crease<br />As they trace the cracked mahoganies.<br /><br />Beside the bottles and the lawyer's sheaves,<br />All I have left are faded memories<br />And half-forgot philosopher's degrees,<br />The measure of my disabilities.<br /><br />Just ask the lovers, now the divorcees-<br />Only comfort has its guarantees,<br />And those are merely gilded vanities.<br /><br />Always like some melodious disease,<br />Tender laughter- ever may it tease.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14926244.post-68539147635799710992014-02-19T15:26:00.000+08:002014-02-19T15:29:28.166+08:00miso soup<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="background-color: #444444; color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small; line-height: 20px;">occasionally i </span><br />
<span style="background-color: #444444; color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small; line-height: 20px;">miss your tempura</span><br />
<span style="background-color: #444444; color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small; line-height: 20px;">it did go so well</span><br />
<span style="background-color: #444444; color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small; line-height: 20px;">with the soba</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><span style="background-color: #444444;"><span style="color: white;"><br /></span></span>
<span style="background-color: #444444; color: white; line-height: 20px;">and the crabiness</span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: #444444; color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small; line-height: 20px;">even if the</span><br />
<span style="background-color: #444444; color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small; line-height: 20px;">menu claimed</span><br />
<span style="background-color: #444444; color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small; line-height: 20px;">'soft shell'</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><span style="background-color: #444444;"><span style="color: white;"><br /></span></span>
<span style="background-color: #444444; color: white; line-height: 20px;">the prawns did</span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: #444444; color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small; line-height: 20px;">ebi and flow</span><br />
<span style="background-color: #444444; color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small; line-height: 20px;">but what really did me in</span><br />
<span style="background-color: #444444; color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small; line-height: 20px;">was the wasabi</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><span style="background-color: #444444;"><span style="color: white;"><br /></span></span>
<span style="background-color: #444444; color: white; line-height: 20px;">which i thought</span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: #444444; color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small; line-height: 20px;">was</span><br />
<span style="background-color: #444444; color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small; line-height: 20px;">green tea</span><br />
<span style="background-color: #444444; color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small; line-height: 20px;">ice cream</span><br />
<br /></div>
thanks for all the fishhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02983260205574107847noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14926244.post-31418844002050651282014-01-25T10:23:00.001+08:002014-01-25T10:23:21.975+08:00Teapot<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Geneva, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;">Tears </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Geneva, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;">drop in the rain</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Geneva, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Geneva, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;">I want to lose again,</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Geneva, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Geneva, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;">see what things are really there.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Geneva, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Geneva, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Geneva, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;">fold</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Geneva, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Geneva, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;">the stars into consciousness</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Geneva, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Geneva, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;">and the sand into the sky</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Geneva, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Geneva, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;">and see what things are really there.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Geneva, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Geneva, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Geneva, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;">Tomorrow</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Geneva, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Geneva, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;">is another screen</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Geneva, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Geneva, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;">for the projection of today</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Geneva, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Geneva, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;">Go into that sweet sleep,</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Geneva, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Geneva, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;">remember,</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Geneva, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Geneva, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;">remember,</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Geneva, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Geneva, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;">I will carry your wave into the future.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Geneva, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Geneva, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Geneva, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;">two signals</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Geneva, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Geneva, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;">converging on NOW</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Geneva, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Geneva, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;">now bright,</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Geneva, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Geneva, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;">now then,</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Geneva, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Geneva, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;">soon we will remember</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Geneva, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Geneva, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;">to see again.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Geneva, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Geneva, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Geneva, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;">Salt.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Geneva, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Geneva, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;">Inside of me</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Geneva, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Geneva, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;">dead like the sea,</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Geneva, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Geneva, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;">better than aphrodisiac or pain</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Geneva, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Geneva, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;">shrivel in sun</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Geneva, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Geneva, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;">water gets between my toes,</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Geneva, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Geneva, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;">salt, in the core of me and surrounding me.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Geneva, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Geneva, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Geneva, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;">I let salt go into the cycle that gives my molecules momentum</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Geneva, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Geneva, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;">Let go:</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Geneva, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;">the rivers flow to the sea</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Geneva, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Geneva, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;">and remember salt, the basis of body</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Geneva, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Geneva, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;">and its temporal inheritance.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Geneva, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Geneva, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Geneva, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;">Soon,</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Geneva, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Geneva, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;">when we're sitting by the TV,</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Geneva, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Geneva, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;">stars explode,</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Geneva, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Geneva, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;">burning solar systems</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Geneva, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Geneva, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;">streaming neutrinos through our skulls</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Geneva, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Geneva, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;">while we, unbeknownst, munch on</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Geneva, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Geneva, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;">peas</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Geneva, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Geneva, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Geneva, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;">Cosmic wind, give the sight</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Geneva, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Geneva, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;">that remembers how to pass</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Geneva, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Geneva, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;">untrammeled through the universe,</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Geneva, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Geneva, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;">stopping only to be born</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Geneva, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Geneva, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;">and to die.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Geneva, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Geneva, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Geneva, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;">Someone asked if there was a teapot</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Geneva, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Geneva, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;">floating around Mars - well, orbiting,</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Geneva, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Geneva, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;">which is like falling on nothing.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Geneva, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Geneva, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Geneva, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;">Mr. Teapot:</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Geneva, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Geneva, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;">I am sorry we left you there.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Geneva, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Geneva, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;">There are comforts in the dim sky</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Geneva, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Geneva, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;">the red glow is a friend,</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Geneva, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Geneva, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;">there will be a beginning,</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Geneva, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Geneva, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;">a return to peace,</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Geneva, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Geneva, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;">an end.</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14926244.post-20398087113564942732013-11-17T15:30:00.002+08:002013-11-17T15:30:36.548+08:00Remission<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">If ever you have paused your step<br />Upon the shadow of a sheltered light<br />And gazed upon the neon-neutered night<br />Then, mayhap<br /><br />If you have also heard the voices<br />Calling, that never listen,<br />Purring, with every piston<br />Of a billion vices<br /><br />If you have heard the cries at night<br />Of those that wander, those that drink,<br />Those that halfway peer across the brink<br />And shudder too with fright,<br /><br />Then, perhappenstance, you know<br />That virile madness that is darkness<br />Must share its terror with its tenderness<br />And has to go.<br /><br />And eyes that stare into oblivion<br />Shall find respite in stuttered lamps,<br />In limp caress of lukewarm damps<br />And blind delirium.</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14926244.post-70796087863117774992012-11-08T08:37:00.000+08:002012-11-08T08:37:42.307+08:00BellsThe old bells of the city<br />
Are the ones that ring the softest,<br />
Yet the clearest through the air,<br />
The autumn air.<br />
<br />
Their sighing comes to me across the branches,<br />
Echoes off the ivy-scattered bricks,<br />
And wakes me from the beating of my feet upon the road,<br />
The stony road.<br />
<br />
O Titan bells of muted bronze,<br />
Release me, if you would, from out your gentle grip,<br />
For vespers leaves us with the shivers of the air,<br />
The autumn air.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14926244.post-48695173405157892232012-10-20T01:28:00.001+08:002012-10-20T01:28:21.484+08:00FarewellsYou're leaving with the calling bell,<br />You'll never see how Mother weeps-<br />Oh, may you see a blessed spell,<br />And may the heavens weather well.<br /><br />But come ye back when Summer sleeps,<br />And Autumn nestles in the well;<br />And oh! The stories we shall tell!<br />And, oh!- the stories we shall tell.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14926244.post-64118481674099990512012-09-10T12:29:00.001+08:002012-09-10T12:29:57.155+08:00Constellation<br />
I left the city in a daze;<br />
I remember the snow pooling at street corners.<br />
Night constructed blue and clinging haze<br />
to threaten the mourners<br />
<br />
with the possibility of a new morning<br />
(how they scrambled, and talked,<br />
and violently ignored each other on the train,)<br />
while the bright edges of clouds were forming<br />
over the hudson river and the drain.<br />
<br />
such sights passed behind me, though<br />
I went northward on a steel chain<br />
and thought 'No more of this gyrating flow<br />
and no more sleepless pain.'<br />
<br />
so escaped I; there were lawns now,<br />
and wood. The fireflies danced the evening<br />
as I lay, hearing my nieces shriek and play,<br />
holding my fingers against the leavening<br />
stars stretched across the branches like fabric,<br />
waiting for the coming of the day.<br />
<br />
and I imagined they imagined I was <br />
a mote on a strange feverish planet filled<br />
with prime numbers and like selves<br />
and pi and beethoven and cups of water on dirty shelves<br />
<br />
and I thought if they could do it,<br />
they might very well imagine a dusty me<br />
dreaming of snow on street corners<br />
riding south into a constellation of wonder and spit.<br />
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<br /></div>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14926244.post-78423033781282383462012-08-04T00:12:00.001+08:002012-08-04T00:18:49.443+08:00Delores<span style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-family: inherit; line-height: 17px;">A candle and a table spoon</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-family: inherit; line-height: 17px;">delores in the living room</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-family: inherit; line-height: 17px;">she's forgetting all the fables soon</span><br />
<div class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline; line-height: 17px;">
<span style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-family: inherit;">but look at what they bought her<br />
<br />
She tried to go out for awhile<br />
and show the morning fog a smile<br />
but fathers never reconcile<br />
the darkness of the daughter<br />
<br />
she made a penny of her rage<br />
and inky menses dot her page<br />
but calligraphics never caged<br />
the warning winds of slaughter<br />
<br />
But pay a thought to those before us<br />
who never saw what you, Delores<br />
saw within the rib of horrors<br />
Death: you never sought her.</span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14926244.post-72472322543283107362012-07-02T13:10:00.003+08:002012-07-02T13:11:54.474+08:00salt statuesalways imagined that time<br />
would freeze for me<br />
like a pet refrigerator<br />
at my beck and call<br />
i thought i <br />
had control of the electricity<br />
supply <br />
<br />
<br /><br />
the future seemed like a<br />
pale macaron<br />
details unseen but correct<br />
it would be cherry-pie perfect<br />
the chocolate pianos<br />
in the shop window <br />
but<br />
<br />
<br /><br />
i hadn't counted on<br />
the salt and pepper shaker<br />
storms. or the <br />
wasabi<br />
or the food poisoning<br />
the salt statues<br />
may include me<br />
<br />
<br /><br />
but you are off<br />
somewhere else<br />
eating eclairsthanks for all the fishhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02983260205574107847noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14926244.post-70480075166964110742012-04-23T21:31:00.001+08:002012-04-23T21:31:03.702+08:00Badlands<br />
Softly, sun is rising<br />
I'm gonna begin my day<br />
if I can leave my numb feet at the door,<br />
sleep no more, baby,<br />
it's time to get on your way<br />
<br />
used up all my lives<br />
i'm turning the knife in the tale<br />
Let me dream, it's all that's keeping me awake<br />
for your sake,<br />
my body will be a jail<br />
<br />
cauliflower fist of gold<br />
combusting in the rain<br />
steam is hot skin when it's rising up<br />
to cup the drops of sky-<br />
after, only tears remain<br />
<br />
let me go to there<br />
I wanna dry my hands<br />
and say fuckyou, man to the ceiling<br />
we're stealing the show<br />
and sloping to the badlands<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14926244.post-33614391954894903492012-02-17T03:42:00.002+08:002012-02-17T03:49:15.473+08:00Exclusive-OrThere once was a logician called Steve<br />Who fucked a mathematician, believe<br />She waited a week<br />then peed on a stick<br />And told him, "dear, I'm contrapositive".Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14926244.post-31547485037779870152012-02-12T00:30:00.001+08:002012-02-12T00:33:09.354+08:00Saint Stanley<br />
start like this:<br />
fascicle<br />
now forward,<br />
<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>to moscow!<br />
the fads of moustachioed<br />
<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>bound like pages in<br />
a big brown book, berets and black coats<br />
in imitation.<br />
<br />
poor brown Stanislaw!<br />
<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>now,<br />
in a ditch in a<br />
mug<br />
<br />
<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>spit<br />
then,<br />
<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>rot,<br />
mouth of steel, mouth of fog<br />
<br />
-- I came to this mud town ere before long<br />
and the harmony of thought,<br />
is equal to the harmony of song)) --<br />
<br />
**<br />
<br />
but glorious Stanislaw,<br />
we knew him well,<br />
a lass. now gone,<br />
now black like the mud of some last Russian song!<br />
but I came to this town ere before long,<br />
<br />
so let me go,<br />
<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>spit!<br />
fog<br />
horse thrust,<br />
i whipped him (he cried, Oh m)<br />
and soon stopped moving and he had stopped moving<br />
<br />
pot<br />
<br />
<br />
fist<br />
<br />
left him,<br />
<br />
left him there, my raven my lehre<br />
left him for the butterflies and the humming birds<br />
wearing Marx and muddy coats,<br />
he had the body of a clown<br />
so go, fashion figures,<br />
go to! earth now deep,<br />
now shallow, (he is underneath,)<br />
face downUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14926244.post-36333073534794336272011-11-06T08:37:00.010+08:002011-11-07T01:41:12.685+08:00sex happens<div>freely given - </div><div>arm, rest breast knees</div><div>interlocking the</div><div>inspiration the exp</div><div>iration,</div><div>the swing of counterweights the</div><div>dance of Newton the </div><div>turning of celestial</div><div>dance of Darwin</div><div> - freely received,</div><div><br /></div><div> </div><div>freely given -</div><div>a nest of fingers strings and syringes</div><div>of hair,</div><div>velociraptor soles, a hawk's throat</div><div>freely given, foreheads for</div><div>heads for</div><div>sooth for </div><div>foot touchs cold brick freely received.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>,</div><div>freely given </div><div><br /></div><div>look at me.</div><div>you're</div><div>ohhhhhhaffffwwwwwlllllllllrrrrrnnnfmmmmmmmmhhn -</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div> </div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span> yes</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span> <span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>oh.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>freely given</div><div>an incubus by the name of Maxwell</div><div>scoffs 'and human beings are weightless, yes,</div><div>and I, falling, am no feather;</div><div>falling; a bed of arms,</div><div>freely received</div><div><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14926244.post-32437268970150881762011-10-23T01:33:00.002+08:002011-10-23T01:38:42.700+08:00If I should die<div>If i should die, say this of me:</div><div>He was one who looked occasionally </div><div>in mirrors,</div><div>say in public, </div><div>He was small like a flower, </div><div>and in private speak nothing.</div><div><br /></div><div>say, </div><div>'here lies the graceful, </div><div>and truth beneath eyelids.'</div><div><br /></div><div>Say 'I will remember'</div><div>and 'I will remember'</div><div>and pour beneficently sherry</div><div><br /></div><div>say 'Here are songs,'</div><div>and 'here are songs',</div><div>sing. </div><div>I know no deaf ears,</div><div>only that the end is</div><div>vibrational</div><div>sensational</div><div>and they will say 'he was'</div><div>and, 'if.'</div><div><br /></div><div>for have I been cause</div><div>to rotate -</div><div><div>hold hands,</div><div>and move your feet</div></div><div><br /></div><div>Here lies the silent,</div><div>after all the time who wouldn't</div><div>shut up</div><div><br /></div><div>if</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14926244.post-45078317246507163362011-09-22T09:56:00.000+08:002011-09-22T09:57:32.372+08:00Figure/A Visit<div>Figure puddles</div><div>some head we for warmth/</div><div>collect cuddle/</div><div>and swarms of butterflies</div><div>we ate for lunch/</div><div><br /></div><div>I,</div><div>more than soft/</div><div>more than radio</div><div>flesh and feather,</div><div>black smoke</div><div>drips for your eyes/</div><div>tips for your tongue</div><div>and rungs for your lips/</div><div>weather.</div><div><br /></div><div>I would be so liquid,</div><div>lukewarm as to cause</div><div>riddles to speed up the spine/</div><div>lightning! and the clasp of hands</div><div>and the sifting of sand/</div><div>we'd walk into suns</div><div><br /></div><div>call me. nine one seven</div><div>yeah, just up the west side,</div><div>nice but not too/</div><div>how's friday it doesn't end until/</div><div>quiet but I hate/</div><div>there's all sorts of children and restaurants/</div><div>it doesn't end</div><div><br /></div><div>please, </div><div>all I want in silk black</div><div>for the window, </div><div>to curve the evening's gold/</div><div>you.</div><div><br /></div><div>my guest. sit, friend,</div><div>I wish you all the water</div><div>and the puddles to bathe your toes in,</div><div>I wish you all the weather/</div><div>sit, freedom is voice</div><div>raised between us</div><div>and making us into air/</div><div><br /></div><div>you and me could be purveyors </div><div>of long streets and overcoats/</div><div>or just inspecting pavement</div><div>with our soles/</div><div>or on a river, </div><div>punching the air with our conversations/</div><div>headway on little brown boats/</div><div>sit.</div><div><br /></div><div>look at the time. </div><div>stay if you like/</div><div>there is all the night,</div><div>and dinner will be ready.</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14926244.post-29402699500557411582011-09-11T22:13:00.002+08:002011-09-11T22:22:40.980+08:00icebergwe are all ships passing in the night<br />sometimes it is smooth sailing and <br />sometimes it is all for nought. <br />there are those cruising through life <br />like a great white and others<br />going down with amigo icebergs in glory. <br /><br />and you, my knight, my amore, my<br />lighthouse, my porthole to the world - <br />today we slip off the ropes and draw<br />up the anchors. we return every last <br />lifeboat, lifejacket and storm provision<br />we borrowed. the sea-legs return, <br /><br />the seasickness comes on board. <br />as you dissappear off the horizon<br />with your nets and fish caught hook line<br />and sinker, my rock-climbing facilities,<br />champagne, hors d'oeveres, chandeliers<br />vanish as i shrink to <br /><br />an invisible fishing vessel struggling <br />with the boom that would keep on hitting <br />my head. like the story of pi, except the<br />happy ending; i live off the shark fins<br />jamming my rudder and the salty sea;<br />i am no longer in osmotic balance<br /><br />i'm lucky that i know<br />how to walk on waterthanks for all the fishhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02983260205574107847noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14926244.post-10510116750991815082011-08-12T23:52:00.001+08:002011-08-12T23:52:46.800+08:00Fire, fireFire, fire, mark my pyre
<br />Deep and brilliant as sapphire
<br />At the edges of the evening
<br />Clad in thorn and wrapped in briar
<br />
<br />When the naked night is brooding
<br />A cocoon of cold desire
<br />Out a fire-moth is breaking
<br />Taking wing, the morning's crier
<br />
<br />And the serpent sings a beat
<br />In the darkness of the heat
<br />Shadow dance, the soul is shier
<br />Moonlight-shod and starlight-cleat
<br />
<br />Rising in the smoke-shot ember
<br />Tell me, are you friend or liar?
<br />Every word that I remember
<br />Followed me from old December
<br />
<br />Naked on November's feet
<br />Nursed the wolfess at the teat
<br />Laid in fur, the toil and tire
<br />Thawing on the snowy sheet
<br />
<br />Who the slave, and who the sire?
<br />Fang to neck and claw to loin
<br />Sweating, swirling, vies the vier
<br />As the tongues of flame enjoin
<br />
<br />Silhouette, the moon's defeat
<br />Wax and wane, the weeks repeat
<br />On the silence of the shire,
<br />Bold as pewter, black as peat
<br />
<br />Stands the bear, his stillness sober
<br />In the distance of October
<br />Whereto does your roar aspire?
<br />When you face the white disrober
<br />
<br />Snake who whispers, tongue a-quiver
<br />Wolfess howling at the fire
<br />Bear who wades the dreaming river
<br />Bring me from this mortal mire
<br />
<br />As the phoenix from the silk
<br />Drank his fill of midnight's milk
<br />Dreaming, dead, the dawning dire
<br />Fire, fire, mark my pyre.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14926244.post-31088765616268069772011-08-11T04:26:00.001+08:002011-08-11T04:26:57.504+08:00FreshIn my dreams
<br />
<br />people die
<br />when the fires fly
<br />and when the morning arches overhead
<br />we count the dead
<br />
<br />they walk to my table and point at me
<br />accusingly
<br />they stand behind the piles of paper
<br />that the people who walk and waver
<br />leave before me as an offering
<br />"hear me," as though the people say,
<br />"and take the entrails of the world,
<br />and scry into their black lines, curled
<br />into a thousand troubles furled
<br />and stapled;"
<br />"and tell us, oracle, what you forsee,
<br />what omens in the bleached sheets
<br />what omens in the printed sheets
<br />and guide us, sage, the blind, we;"
<br />and still the dead point at me.
<br />
<br />In my nightmares I am one of them
<br />
<br />looking onwards at eventuality
<br />sighing as a million choices
<br />flows into the echoes
<br />of a million voices
<br />pointing not at he who grasps the print
<br />but behind him, for he is blind
<br />
<br />so my end is wrapped in those same sheets
<br />noted, briefly
<br />perhaps griefedly
<br />and when the papers have conferred
<br />then interred
<br />
<br />no more to worry of those others
<br />that have passed by
<br />of those that hurt and hounded
<br />and growled and pounded
<br />no more to worry of those that cared
<br />of those with their souls bared
<br />no more to worry
<br />
<br />So when I wake, I
<br />am glad that I am only
<br />a butterflyUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14926244.post-35419820219675296372011-04-10T13:54:00.002+08:002011-04-11T00:12:51.973+08:00saint thomas<div><div>we are </div><div>inseparable from the morning air</div><div>we are </div><div>a spray of blood on the pavement </div><div>just a switch in the breeze</div><div>through broken glass windows and down</div><div>the subway (the speeding current runs</div><div>beneath our feet, </div><div> beneath our feet</div><div>the rush and then the wait </div><div>the wait and then the speeding rush. </div><div><br /></div><div>called to the bench, we </div><div>sit on the upper boughs, where</div><div>the people look like ants and then </div><div>we smoke cigarettes and talk about the weather:</div><div><br /></div><div>close your eyes. </div><div>there is nothing but the weather.</div><div>we are</div><div>nothing but the weather</div><div>the hot sounds of wet cars</div><div>and the wet sounds of</div><div>boots in the long dark puddles</div><div>that shine back the bright life of the air-</div><div><br /></div><div>This is our reckoning of the largeness</div><div>the vastness</div><div>and the tall air, the morning</div><div><br /></div><div>So the prayer call. so the bells</div><div>so the mosques in fading lunar light</div><div>so the ringing, the chiming, the tolling, the ringing,</div><div>the call to waking,</div><div><br /></div><div>a thousand million million pressing </div><div>their feet against the carpet</div><div>and each one was you, they opened their eyes stickily</div><div>eating, eating, </div><div>sitting, sitting, swallowing</div><div><br /></div><div>close your eyes. it is too much of being</div><div>to deal with before breakfast cereal. </div><div>you hunker down to a spoonful,</div><div>you chew, </div><div>you realise</div><div>that- </div><div>it is- </div><div>good-</div><div>sweet-</div><div>full-</div><div>close your eyes. </div><div>There will be a tomorrow.</div></div><div><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14926244.post-66397348025640499452011-04-10T04:59:00.002+08:002011-04-10T05:00:50.692+08:00repost.found this on sixtimesnine today. I'm pretty impressed with Drunk Adam.<div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Geneva, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; "><h3 class="post-title entry-title" style="margin-top: 0.25em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 15px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 15px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 1.4em; font-weight: normal; line-height: 1em; color: rgb(204, 102, 0); "><a href="http://sixtimesnine.blogspot.com/2011/03/1988-pixies.html" style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0); text-decoration: none; display: block; font-weight: normal; ">1988, the Pixies</a></h3><div class="post-header" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "><div class="post-header-line-1"></div></div><div class="post-body entry-content" id="post-body-4096970481384986810"><div style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >Frank Black (or is it Black Francis in this year? I think it's Black Francis) is sweating. So is Kim Deal, who is the most beautiful person ever to grace the electric bass with her presence. She radiates a smile at the audience as she begins to play. 'And this I know...' the smile vanishes. She giggles out the bridge, tightropewalking between exuberance and incoherence. She's wearing a huge raggedy grey smock and black francis has a dark collar of soaked shirt and they're both nodding and singing and spit is flying everwhere.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >Freeze the action.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >we are at a juncture in history where lovering and santiago and francis and deal weave wide streams of logic around the heads of bewildered college students. They never coalesce. They are playing four different songs. And kim deal is almost crying with the labor of the moment - she is all lips and teeth and the relentless charging of six bass notes with centuries of womanhood</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >nodding and singing and spit is flying everwhere, and Lovering and Santiago are suddenly there as well, and it is transfigurative. Rock and roll shining on stage, emanating from the unwashed and sweat-soaked underwear.</span></div></div></span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0