Tuesday, September 27, 2016

Now out from Moria Books

The latest collection of my Magritte poems.

Available as a free downloadable pdf here.

Available for purchase as a 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.

Thursday, September 08, 2016

#319 The Endearing Truth

Wine, bread, apples, & a
question of perception. What
stands out? The alcoves or
the painted table? The text-
ured wall? So. Focus on the
contents. Discard the bread
& wine—they're simply tricks
of a trade. Then wonder why

there are no fishes. Were
there ever any or does their
replacement by the apples re-
write the parables? Does this
miraculous piece of trompe l'oeil
infer there were no miracles?

Saturday, September 03, 2016

#318 The Art of Conversation IV

Though each is in some way
present here, the swans are

unaware of Arnold Böcklin, or
Rachmaninoff, or the more

contemporary William Carlos
Williams, even though all three

overlap in time, in linked rings
just like the ones the swans are

swimming in as they contend in
a sea which love partly encloses.