Wednesday, June 08, 2016

#311 Georgette at the Piano

Just as my brushes on
a canvas make music,
so, too, more precisely,
does Georgette at her

chosen instrument. Desire
is put aside. Outside of
this room, yes; but here
the keyboard & her hands

are sharp areas of paint,
of color. Contiguous; &
only Arnold Schoenberg
could make music out of

the separate elements. But
here is where I hope to have
the magic to bring it all to-
gether, to put music into.

Saturday, May 28, 2016

#310 The Key to Dreams (1935)

The horse ≠ the door,
the clock ≠ the wind,
the jug ≠ the bird. But—
unless, of course,
something is lost in
translation—the valise =
the valise. So, open it
up, put in, in any order,

horse, door, clock, wind,
jug, & bird so that, out of
sight, they won't bother you
any more, & close. Open
the other valise & put
the first in that. Shut tight.

Friday, May 06, 2016

#309 A Friend of Order

The urge to analyze Magritte
has proved hard to resist.
Praising creative work is im-
portant: people need to feel
as if their work matters. A seg-
ment of the literature drawn
from the point of contact.

Most mornings I listen to the
BBC on my way to work, hear
how Pretty Boy Floyd has finally
been captured in one of the
vaults of the Chapelle Notre Dame
de Lourdes. Even as a young
girl, she had an urge to run.

Friday, April 08, 2016

#308 The Chamber of the Barley

It's a natural cycle. The
bird waits for the snow
to melt, for the water to
irrigate the land, for the
grain to grow, to ripen.

Then it swoops down, to
gorge. We hide in a cave, &
wait for the bird to find its
fullness, to retreat to its peak,
replete, to wait through winter.

#307 The Art of Living

The orange people
used to be every-
where. Now only
a few scattered centers
are left. All small,
except, of course, for
Donald Trump, the
center of the universe,

with his swollen head
& disconnected brain.
The body transformed
by a business suit; but his
face still stained from the
clothes he wore before.

Friday, March 11, 2016

#306 Le Pain Quotidien

If the visibility is
good, & you're on
top of something

like the Tokyo Tower,
then the city's most
beloved retro icon

might be seen main-
taining her exposure
to cloud-based apps.

Monday, February 22, 2016

#305 La Fissure

The earth opens up.
Money appears,
U.S. dollars. Some
change hands, the

rest remain in open
view, available to
anyone. A teaser?
Or a smoking gun?

What was. What
is. An open window
able to bend light
in both directions.

Friday, January 15, 2016

#304 Rose & Pear

Snap an index finger
onto the skull. Make
a loud, drumming
noise. The subsequent
sine wave flatlines
even though the signal
is strictly limited at the
threshold. Ear drops &
finger rings rebound.
The floral bergamot
finish lingers for lovely
effect. It begins to rain.

Friday, December 18, 2015

#303 The Cape of the Tempests

Spring in the
Southern Ocean.

Caliban is off
looking for wood.

The rock moves
closer to the sleeper.

He is dreaming
of Helen Mirren.

Thursday, November 26, 2015

#302 Le Rendez-Vous

Smallish mongoose; pointed

face; solitary, in pairs or small

groups. Slightly diminishing

the polar distance. The history

teacher lectured us every day,

did not sacrifice the quality

of her scorn for speed, her words

at first awakened horror but

continued abuse became mere

recitation. Something about a

dead horse, diurnal floggings.

Tuesday, November 03, 2015

#301 The Domain of Arnheim (1949)

A sudden snap
freeze shatters the

window, but not
the bird outside.

Inside is a different
story; though on &

in reflection much
the same. Some play

on words that can't
exist in the original.