The pre-
diction of
tides on an
a priori basis
is not possible.
Local conditions
apply. One works
from charts & tables—
how far the fall between
high & low, the positioning
of rocks, the shape of the sky.
What the weather is doing. Are
the Moon & Sun colinear with the
Earth? Do clouds collide with bells?
Saturday, February 28, 2009
#195 The Spring Tide
Thursday, February 19, 2009
#194 The Poet Recompensed
Saturday, January 31, 2009
Just out from Bill Allegrezza's Moria Books,
Friday, December 26, 2008
#193 La Plaine de l'air
Sunday, December 21, 2008
#192 Le mariage de minuit

All questions have
been abolished
since no-one
is certain of the
answers anymore. The
Oscar winner weds
her boyfriend under
a candy-striped
tent somewhere
in the tames of
Alaska. He has
left parts of him-
self—his wig, his
face—on the table
back at the New
Mexico ranch. She
is annoyed, tears
out trees & plunges
the branches into
the earth where the
roots used to be. No
blindness like snow
blindness. He says
"I do." Still five &
a half months to
go before Spring
rolls around. You
may kiss the bride.
Tuesday, December 16, 2008
#191 Les muscles célestes
Monday, December 01, 2008
#190 Titanic Days

Torn from Picasso, &
further torn—bather
from sea, or mother
from baby. The clothes
torn from her. Then
ravaged. About to be.
Victim & aggressor. A
classic dialectic. Shadow
given substance, form
taken on. Is classical.
Modern. Zeus in a
business suit? No
less likely than white
bull, white swan, a
shower of gold. He
falls across her, he falls
upon her. One outline.
The form taken on is
taken from Goya, Kronos
devouring one of his
children. Titanic days.
Saturday, November 15, 2008
#189 The Use of Speech
Sunday, October 19, 2008
#188 The Betrayal of Images (2)
               for Michel Foucault          There is this
          treacherous space
          between the image
          & the text that
          many have misread &
          fallen into. I stand
          well back, let others
          with more sure footing
          describe it to me.
Saturday, October 18, 2008
#187 The Famous Man

Inset in velvet in-
side a box, the
bilboquet morphs. Chess
pieces, skittles perhaps. The
tower is de Chirico. The fourth
wall of the theater is partially
open. The back wall
is night. All around
an Escher frame.
A wounded bison
has been painted on the
wall just around a slight
curve in the cave. Long
ago. Cannot be seen.
Water drips, has dripped
through the roof ever
since, maybe before
the bison, after it
was seen, was
captured. A city
has grown up. The
man is stalactite. Per-
haps bat. Either way
is famous. Not as
famous as the bison.
Friday, October 03, 2008
#186 The False Mirror (2)
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