Sunday, October 23, 2016

#329 The Evening Gown

I am going through a lean
period. Words do not
make sense or hang
together the way they
should. At night I watch

the stars. They should be
easy to describe. A single
word, a simple phrase.
Instead they are all the
same even though I give

them separate names.
Thousands die by day.
They all have the same
name. Famine & firefights
in countries that were once

romantic, that poets passed
through on their way to
somewhere else. I read a-
bout them even though the
words do not make sense,

run together in a way they
should never do. Stars
do not come out. I give
the spaces separate names.
They are all anonymous.

Thursday, October 20, 2016

#328 Prince Charming

This piece is / a note on this piece.

She found it unicorned inside the
hiding-place of those animals
that did not make it onto the Ark.

Wednesday, October 19, 2016

#327 Reflections of Time

Emerged from
a spell of writing A
to the Q of an
email interview.
One unexpected
outcome was a

change in the type-
face I'd been using.
Used to be Verdana—
now it's Palatino
Linotype. If you
can't give your

words historical
importance then
the least you can
do is to make
them look a little
more attractive.

Thursday, October 13, 2016

#326 Une panique au moyen âge

               for Kirsten Kaschock

     is in an eye 

               much more be-
               holden to the

          magic of the 
          moment than 

                    to the pattern 
                    of the dance.

Sunday, October 09, 2016

#325 The Life of Insects

Not some-
thing she really
cared about;
but global warming
was drying
up all the
hotpools, & this
was the only
one left, the last
chance to
immerse herself
in a lifestyle
she had always
been frightened of
but wanted to
try before
it died.

Thursday, October 06, 2016

#324 La Page Blanche (2)

in that it has
a center &
words fly
in all directions.

During &
after. There is
no such thing
as a blank page.

in that the
words are drawn
towards the center
as they cohere.

Monday, October 03, 2016

#323 La Fin du Monde

                                  He followed the travel 
                 guide carefully, replacing the
                                     listed sites of interest with
                        the actual objects when he
                                          found them. Houses that 
              had a history, a row of shops, 
                           fountains, parks, the plaza 
                              with its famous wall of shame. 
                   Once he had the scene he could 
                                  fill it with inhabitants, just as
            the book did when it decorated 
                               cathedral ceilings or described
                     the inside of a hall. Otherwise
                                   façades, or acts of stagecraft.
                         Walls that flickered into being
                 as he approached & hid what-
                                         ever lay behind. He saw the
                               railway station & walked to-
                        wards it. Climbed up the steps
                                      to find it was the concourse 
                   where the world came to an end. 

Saturday, October 01, 2016

#322 Heartstring

I look at this
& immediately
think: my cup
runneth over
. &
then I think: with

clouds? Things
with little sub-
stance to them
except in stormy
? I look

at this again &
think that the
painting is no-
thing more than
a (center)piece

of flimsical whim-
whammery, a
sorbet glass
posed in a post-
card pastoral

setting that is just
too picture-per-
fect. I look at this
again & think: this
makes me think

Tuesday, September 27, 2016

Now out from Moria Books

The latest collection of my Magritte poems.

Available as a free downloadable pdf here.

Available as a purchasable print book here.

Thursday, September 22, 2016

#321 Modern

A straight line between
those two points in
Euclidean space shows
it is a second head of

the damsel in this (white)
dress that stares out from
the backseat of her town car
at the more fully-fleshed

version of herself. The eco-
nomic crisis has hit hard.
There is falling demand
for everything from office

space to orders for time
machines. The pavement
is too costly to repair.
Her feet sink into it. Else-

where the moon is green.

Thursday, September 15, 2016

#320 Le Beau Tenebreux

Fantômas is back in town.

His penchant for masquerade is
informed by a close reading of
sermons using hermeneutic methods.

He asks for a room at the
back, not the front of the hotel.

His conception of history & geology
comes from mass-produced fictional
texts that are in transmedia circulation.

He decides to change his clothes.

He told a newspaper. "I've no ex-
perience working with multi-colored
bulbs. My favorite was Harrison Ford
on the plane. I love Harrison Ford."

He stood up for an America
staying quiet but largely
fueled by basic research
into cell biology & renewed
interest in lipid research.

He hides within his hat.