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I have been reading a lot of poetry and posting what I really love here. Thursday, April 28, 2011. He was pointing at the moon but I was looking at his hand. He was dead anyway, a ghost. I'm surprised. I saw his hand at all. The moon, of course, is always. There—day moon, but it's still there; behind the clouds but. It's still there. I like seeing things: a hand, the moon, ice. In a highball glass. The moon? It's free, it doesn't. Cost you anything so go ahead and look. Sustained attention. Underground, ...
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I have been reading a lot of poetry and posting what I really love here. Sunday, March 20, 2011. Notes Towards a Poem That Can Never Be Written. This is the place. You would rather not know about. This is the place that will inhabit you. This is the place you cannot imagine. This is the place that will finally defeat you. Where the word why shrivels and empties. Itself. This is famine. There is no poem you can write. About it, the sandpits. Where so many were buried. Unearthed, the unendurable. Is it a v...
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Miscellanea...: October 2010
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I have been reading a lot of poetry and posting what I really love here. Wednesday, October 27, 2010. If I Should Cast Off This Tattered Coat. If I should cast off this tattered coat,. And go free into the mighty sky;. If I should find nothing there. But a vast blue,. Echoless, ignorant -. This is the world we wanted. All who would have seen us dead. Are dead. I hear the witch’s cry. Break in the moonlight through a sheet. Of sugar: God rewards. Her tongue shrivels into gas. . . . Why do I not forget?
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I have been reading a lot of poetry and posting what I really love here. Sunday, March 20, 2011. A History of White People. White people were paid well. The fact that they were white. You know the theory. White isn't a color. But color's unlimited absence. White goes with anything. That's why it seemed fair that white people. They were the real invisible men. Cause they could perch on top of a country. And say they weren't there. They could move through its neighborhoods. Aliens often infiltrate a world.
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Miscellanea...: April 2011
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I have been reading a lot of poetry and posting what I really love here. Thursday, April 28, 2011. He was pointing at the moon but I was looking at his hand. He was dead anyway, a ghost. I'm surprised. I saw his hand at all. The moon, of course, is always. There—day moon, but it's still there; behind the clouds but. It's still there. I like seeing things: a hand, the moon, ice. In a highball glass. The moon? It's free, it doesn't. Cost you anything so go ahead and look. Sustained attention. Underground, ...
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Miscellanea...
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I have been reading a lot of poetry and posting what I really love here. Friday, March 27, 2015. Look, the trees. Are giving off the rich. Are bursting and floating away over. Of the ponds,. And every pond,. No matter what its. Name is, is. I have ever learned. Leads back to this: the fires. And the black river of loss. None of us will ever know. To live in this world. You must be able. To do three things:. To love what is mortal;. Against your bones knowing. Your own life depends on it;. To let it go.
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Miscellanea...: August 2014
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I have been reading a lot of poetry and posting what I really love here. Saturday, August 30, 2014. A Worker Reads History. Who built the seven gates of Thebes? The books are filled with names of kings. Was it the kings who hauled the craggy blocks of stone? And Babylon, so many times destroyed. Who built the city up each time? In which of Lima’s houses,. That city glittering with gold, lived those who built it? In the evening when the Chinese wall was finished. Where did the masons go?
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I have been reading a lot of poetry and posting what I really love here. Saturday, August 30, 2014. A Worker Reads History. Who built the seven gates of Thebes? The books are filled with names of kings. Was it the kings who hauled the craggy blocks of stone? And Babylon, so many times destroyed. Who built the city up each time? In which of Lima’s houses,. That city glittering with gold, lived those who built it? In the evening when the Chinese wall was finished. Where did the masons go?
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Miscellanea...: September 2010
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I have been reading a lot of poetry and posting what I really love here. Wednesday, September 22, 2010. A crow sits on the head. Of a scarecrow. I see myself in that. Which part of fuck off don't I understand. Tuesday, September 07, 2010. If it takes me all day,. I will get the word freshened out of this poem. I put it in the first line, then moved it to the second,. And now it won't come out. It's stuck. I'm so frustrated,. So I went out to my little porch all covered in snow. I wrote the word snow.