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Our Nada Who Art In Nada, Nada Be Thy Name: May 2009
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Our Nada Who Art In Nada, Nada Be Thy Name. May 19, 2009. And now I will tell you. Everything you want to know. Actually, I kind of just want to write this all here as a sort of mandatory to-do list of my life. Okay? Write one poem per day, and barbecue many things. Mostly corn. And this is the summer of '09 jam, manditorily (maybe not a word). Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Comme ci, comme ça. View my complete profile.
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Our Nada Who Art In Nada, Nada Be Thy Name: And now I will tell you
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Our Nada Who Art In Nada, Nada Be Thy Name. May 19, 2009. And now I will tell you. Everything you want to know. Actually, I kind of just want to write this all here as a sort of mandatory to-do list of my life. Okay? Write one poem per day, and barbecue many things. Mostly corn. And this is the summer of '09 jam, manditorily (maybe not a word). Please share your reading list when it has been established! May 30, 2009 at 8:04 PM. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Comme ci, comme ça.
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Our Nada Who Art In Nada, Nada Be Thy Name: Orchard
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Our Nada Who Art In Nada, Nada Be Thy Name. January 24, 2009. Dusk sky draped loose. Over arching boughs, its reddened ends. Tucked deep into valleys. Behind hills worn with age and rain. Sprawled in the grass. A light wind, sweetly rocking. The blossoms off the vine. Heavy fruit hanging,. Some fallen, skin peeling. Like the skin of an eel. Picking one, the quiet ache of the unfamiliar. Like the first time you saw the Pacific. Like the first time you ate one,. You came home cradling. Comme ci, comme ça.
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Our Nada Who Art In Nada, Nada Be Thy Name: December 2008
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Our Nada Who Art In Nada, Nada Be Thy Name. December 28, 2008. Just so you know,. This week I read this. The great mouth of the west hangs open,. Mountain incisors beginning to bite. Into the pink flesh of the sundown. The end of another day. In this floating dream of a life. Renown is a mouthful, here and there. Sometimes it is almost perfect). December 26, 2008. The last few days of the old year. Are the most static by far. On old meat; hard, stale things. Days before the taking-out. At the same time.
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Our Nada Who Art In Nada, Nada Be Thy Name: Colorado
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Our Nada Who Art In Nada, Nada Be Thy Name. March 4, 2009. Listen, you said,. Rolling the window down. In still morning, winding. The crank of the gramophone. Of this cold new day. First, just the hush. Of evaporating sand,. We’d been watching the pueblos. Thin around us all week. Upward into quartz sky. We waited in near-light. Until, from the depths. Of some unseen celestial cave,. It came shivering up the backs. Of the snow-dusted canyons,. A careful copper light. Inching over the vertebrae.
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Our Nada Who Art In Nada, Nada Be Thy Name: Four Deleted Scenes from Noa Noa
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Our Nada Who Art In Nada, Nada Be Thy Name. September 7, 2009. Four Deleted Scenes from Noa Noa. SCENE I ( Matamoe, Landscape with Peacocks. A shot of the water, which is still and the color of gunmetal. It is. Rainy today in Matamoe. Gauguin arrived recently on the island and. Can be seen huddled under blue branches, feet buried in pink sand,. Wondering what peacocks might look like de-feathered. Most likely just like any other bird, de-feathered, he concludes. SCENE II ( Where Do We Come From?
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Our Nada Who Art In Nada, Nada Be Thy Name: Untitled, After Edward Hopper’s “Rooms by the Sea”
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Our Nada Who Art In Nada, Nada Be Thy Name. June 1, 2009. Untitled, After Edward Hopper’s “Rooms by the Sea”. Of a front door flung open,. Beyond the step is simple, open. Sea The light is milky. Stirred by the wind with each. You know that familiar. Mirroring: the bright echo. Of glint and glimmer. Bouncing off blue seawater. But it’s better than that. This light is a blinding. Afterthought, the sun’s. Consideration reflected as a favor. The sea laps steadily. Waves froth and curl,. From kneeling so long.
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Our Nada Who Art In Nada, Nada Be Thy Name: LIFE
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Our Nada Who Art In Nada, Nada Be Thy Name. February 25, 2009. I turn twenty-one on my last day of college (May 6th, 2009). At my birthday party all I really care about happening is: cupcakes, "Rosalita" by Bruce Springsteen and a sign that says IT IS YOUR BIRTHDAY. I want my kitchen to look like this:. And now I will stop this (LIFE) and post some poems because I haven't done that in a while. Maybe because they've mostly been big compilations of suck lately. Maybe? Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom).
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Our Nada Who Art In Nada, Nada Be Thy Name: When Irene and Paul Eloped to Miami Beach
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Our Nada Who Art In Nada, Nada Be Thy Name. July 19, 2009. When Irene and Paul Eloped to Miami Beach. The sun was a focused beam. Flecked with dust,. Irene sat in long sleeves. On the shore. She could just make out. Blades of coral scratching. Curving and hunching, all in a row. When the tide was low,. The whole reef lurked above the water:. A scattered skeletal puzzle. Irene thought of it. As a living shipwreck. A ghost ship’s great shadow. Paul stayed in the room. Smoking Cubans and eating.
