Wednesday, November 11, 2009

The Synaxis of the Archangel Larry and Other Bodiless Minds

It isn't going to happen

Descartes had his dreams
----------------and meditations

About god and existence

I will tell you

We were in the business
--------of rehabilitating dolls

Their site of origin
---------------long past bombed

Culls or not quite right

For whatever reason

--------------I painted the heads

Fashioned wire doll bodies

Spun cotton around wire
---------------into the loosest skins

When we spoke their bodies stiffened

Someone breathed logos

It wasn't god

Friday, November 06, 2009

Granite Railway

At night we heard the chirping
-----------of the diesel frogs

A common crossing
-----------beneath the trestle

Vagabonds

A boy stretched out like Jesus

-----------He already knew

Monuments

The future engraving granite
----------into each of his ribs

Our hearts were really pumping

Cathoom, cathoom

I watched a train churn slowly above us

Graffitied and loud

The engineer's arm waving

His face out of view

Wednesday, October 28, 2009

Leon Gambetta Flees Paris in a Balloon

5.

Flight 5970

On the very lips of your intended

---------An aspirational cabal

Pink neon floating vacancy

The rope you are holding has torn
---------the flesh from your palms

4.

Under mysterious circumstances
----------you have taken a room

Near The Inn at Grinder's Stand
---------------(now a wheat field)

A woman is moaning

3.

A woman is always moaning

2.

You have drifted

Beyond The Alleghenies
They're closing

------------The aboriginal lands

Sorry settlers!

This is the last call

1.

You fear fire and bodies of water

The weather is dry

A horse has lost itself in the forest

Leif Erickson has landed in L'Anse aux Meadows

Raking & Words

Well, I did find the rake and used it just long enough to realize family intervention was needed. My sister-in-law, amazing woman, sent my brother, my nephew, and their lawn tractor. The lawn looked amazing for almost four hours, then it started to rain and all those leaves that were still clinging to the trees came down. I guess the family will be back again soon.

On the good side, rain is fabulous for writing. Last night my dreams came in words, pages and pages of words. I'm curious if other writers have this phenomena in their dreams. My words were like a novel. George Bush was being punched in the face. I mean, the dream was just like reading a novel. Turning the pages. The words streaming out of my thoughts. I guess you had to be there.

Sunday, October 25, 2009

Still Can't Find The Rake


It's possible I haven't been looking really hard.

Tuesday, October 20, 2009

One Perspective

Q. All right. Have you tried anything other than well drilling people, any other types of work or business?
A. Yeah, I tried electrician. I didn't like it, though. It scared the death out of me.

Lively

For days now I have had grand plans to post wildly eloquent verse and prose all over this blog, but for life! Whew! Concerts, weddings, workings.... So, not a long post, just a note to say I'm alive and lively, but not so much writerly. Soon.

Thursday, October 08, 2009

Glass Poet

(Formerly The Great Moon Hoax -- thanks Naoko!)

Day Six: Monday Morning, August 31

------------------------------------& C

This Vale of Triads

----------The outer temples stood

Detached assemblies
-------------winged the instrument

A minute less dark
----------improved
----------with uncouth voracity

Festive juices rolling
------------between the palms

The brightest specimens

Friend
----------rural banquets

Knees flat upon the turf

Reason dispersed

Creatures of order
----------and subordination

Loitering carnivorous
---------and doubly endeared

I have beheld

---------A Glass Poet

---------Exulting in examination
the astronomer closed

A singular circumstance
-----------------quite out of use

----------Sunrise slept in a bungalow

Erected------------a short coat
--------------------of reflecting

Wonders live
----------------in the outer wall

Fierce concentration
vitrified
-----------to blue

A brook of metallic fused
------------masons and carpenters

The moon
--------being now invisible

Direct inquiries to

Saturn--------the most ardent
---------------curiosity

Stupendous phenomena
---------its-------double ring

Abandoned
---------------as inexplicable
---------------station

The annual motion
---------round
---------the accomplished

Half--------a terrestrial day
------------less than
these rings

Their edge
----------has not been------discovered

The fragments
----------------falling

Gravity uniting
-----------the inner ring

Popular comprehension
---------------wild and ghastly
---------------devoid of seas
---------------Jupiter
--------and other planets

The astronomer's discoveries

----------The new moon proved

Favorable boundary

The letter O
----------teeming luxuriant

We arrived

-----------The last infinite
-----------angels

----------------------------prevailing

Tuesday, October 06, 2009

Field Trip

I read clusterflock religiously, a couple of times a day, and this morning I found that one of the contributors, Elizabeth Perry, has an art exhibit at St. Mary's. The details are here. If anyone is up for a field trip, I'm game.

Saturday, October 03, 2009

Woo-Hoo II!!

And Naoko has had "JUNE INK" accepted by Cider Press Review. Congrats!