Wednesday, October 29, 2008
Pillars and Networks
Tuesday, October 28, 2008
A Fine Performance
babe in the woods
Shank of the afternoon, wan weight-light
Undercard of a short month, February Sunday
Wordlessness of the wrong world
In the day's dark niche, the patron saint of what-Goes-Down
Shuffles her golden deck and deals
one for you and one for me...
And that's it, a single number -- we play what we get
My hand says measure,
doves on the wire and the first bulb blades
Edging up through the mulch-mat,
Inside-out of the winter gum trees,
A cold harbor, cold stop and two-step, and here it comes,
DEEP MEASURE
Deep measure, deep measure that runnels beneath the bone,
That sways our attitude and sets our lives to muse;
Deep measure, down under and death drawn
Pilgrim, homeboy of false time,
Listen and set your foot down, listen and step lightly
-Charles Wright
Undercard of a short month, February Sunday
Wordlessness of the wrong world
In the day's dark niche, the patron saint of what-Goes-Down
Shuffles her golden deck and deals
one for you and one for me...
And that's it, a single number -- we play what we get
My hand says measure,
doves on the wire and the first bulb blades
Edging up through the mulch-mat,
Inside-out of the winter gum trees,
A cold harbor, cold stop and two-step, and here it comes,
DEEP MEASURE
Deep measure, deep measure that runnels beneath the bone,
That sways our attitude and sets our lives to muse;
Deep measure, down under and death drawn
Pilgrim, homeboy of false time,
Listen and set your foot down, listen and step lightly
-Charles Wright
New York moments
Sunday, October 26, 2008
Thursday, October 16, 2008
faced
Wednesday, October 15, 2008
a quiet place
Buddha told a parable:
A man traveling across a field encountered a tiger. He fled, the tiger after him. Coming
to a precipice, he caught hold of the root of a wild vine and swung himself down over the edge.
The tiger sniffed at him from above. Trembling, the man looked down to where, far below,
another tiger was waiting to eat him. Only the vine sustained him.
Two mice, one white and one black, little by little started to gnaw away the vine. The man
saw a luscious strawberry near him. Grasping the vine with one hand, he plucked the
strawberry with the other. How sweet it tasted!
Monday, October 13, 2008
Sunday, October 12, 2008
Sunday, October 5, 2008
Saturday, October 4, 2008
Friday, October 3, 2008
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