Earth movers I open the kitchen pantry& let the ditchdigger outfor its evening run. It ispainted in pastels, as if tosay it is not just some fellcreature of the forest, hasculture, compassion, feelsfor the earth each time ittears it open … Continue reading
Return Revitalized Take comfortin, not thesmall thingsbut the familiar.Return toraw Miles, thosefirst pick-up bands thatoccasionally foundColtrane inthere, equallyraw. Or theSherlock Holmesstories. Bach for the firsttime, de Chirico& HieronymusBosch. Byzantineplazas, gardensof earthly delightswhich were previously un-known butso familiar. An-cestral memories, thestarting … Continue reading
From the field agent’s manual Let the light pass by youfirst time around. Takenothing in. There maybe windows of which youare not aware, with markson them you do not want to hear about. Climb intoa car late at night& let … Continue reading
100 Titles From Tom Beckett56: Translate ObjectsWe started by creating a scene.Then came the arguments. The first argument set whatimport format to expect, set the attributes. The second argu-ment set the format to output. A translated object doesn’tchange — it just goes some-where else. At least that’s thetranslation of Euclid’s defin-ition of translate. That if everypoint of a shape or figure ismoved by the same distancein a predetermined direction,even though it may end upin another place, it’s still the same object. Animists believe that all objectsshare the breath of life. Trans-lated, that means everything’sgot a soul. Or a brand new bag. Hi. I just found a way to moveobjects around. Was wonderingif this is the best way … Continue reading
The early sonnets of Michelangelo,those composed whilston a limited folic acidintake, are so twistedin upon themselvesthey have becomeboth water-resistant& washable. Even so,that insane artistry,the multiple narrativeperspectives, the forward-thinking use of glass—all still tempt like freshraspberries at the local store. flirty … Continue reading
Text-messy age The e-mail kiosks lockon to me as Icruise the Mall. My exo-skeleton — beltbuckle,glasses, the tips ofmy shoes, even thedecidedly feminine gold chainI have around my wrist —lights up with messages. Theyare not for me; I am beingmistaken … Continue reading
There is something aboutthis song, there is something about this song sunglive in Berlin, there issomething about this songsung live to an audiencewho maybe weren’t alive tohear the beginning & yet theyall still remember how theforetelling went. There is something … Continue reading
Chance, as always. Suddenrain & a street withoutawnings. Open double-doorsnearby, the room beyondgaslit. A small hand-paintedplaque, Maximilian Planck’sWunderkammer, read inpassing, interpreted inside. * A personal museum, smallas they always are. Once mighthave been a doctor’s surgery ora dance studio. Not … Continue reading
exorcise_exercise Racquets she said, even though there was no tennis going on. Or maybe it was rackets, & she was talking about the noise up the road, or the way that local builders get their plans through council despite breaching … Continue reading
From the Pound Cantos: CENTO XXIV This is Mitteleuropa. Guns are amerchandise. Have special privi-lege. No retail tax or any of theother taxes, no broken contracts.Everything in its place, & nothingleft over. Let things remain as theyare. A perennial extension … Continue reading