She is already experimenting with the accent as she draws herself up to me. She collects her body like a sharecropper and lays out her insane demands.
As Mr. John Oakhurst, gambler, stepped into the main street of Poker Flat on the morning of the twenty-third of November, 1850, he was conscious of a change in its moral atmosphere since the preceding night.
The antiques on the wall were real, not reproductions like you see in chain joints these days. In fact, even the seating was antique: scarred tables from long-demolished hotels and diners, railcar berths, an old-timey elevator.
What his wife mentioned of his being a tale-teller as well as a musician now occurred to me; and as, you know, I like tales of superstition, I begged to have a specimen of his talent as we went along.
When Alethea came over after school she wanted to know if my grandmother was a witch.
Are you too deeply occupied to say if my Verse is alive?
The Mind is so near itself—it cannot see, distinctly—and I have none to ask—
Medicine is of all the arts the most noble…
I will follow that system of regimen which, according to my ability and judgment, I consider for the benefit of my patients, and abstain from whatever is deleterious and mischievous.
13 November 2005
Each new day planned another. It was always a cool evening, bones brittle as toothpicks.
Tennessee Williams once visited Manhattan where he celebrated the Broadway success of A Streetcar Named Desire with a leather purse.
Safe in their Alabaster Chambers—
Untouched by Morning—
And untouched by Noon—
Lie the meek members of the Resurrection—
Rafter of Satin—and Roof of Stone!
But how he set—I know not—
There seemed a purple stile
That little Yellow boys and girls
Were climbing all the while—
The Heaven we chase,
Like the June Bee—before the School Boy,
Invites the Race—
Stoops—to an easy Clover—
We play at Paste—
Till qualified, for Pearl—
Then, drop the Paste—
And deem ourself a fool—
A likeness or delineation. Or. The application of Light to the purpose of Representation. Rather. The smallest reduction of the largest pyramid. And. The largest enlargement of the smallest microbe. An underwater waterlog of the sawfish in swim. For.
You are no dumb chimp, smacking white on ultramarine, mars black on white, a stroke of crimson somewhere in between to mimic an inferno. You didn't knock over the brushes or try to eat them…
Neverland won't fess up…
5 September 2005
Whatever comes naturally, he says
the sky is always the hardest part
with the guest bedroom locked
and you in it…
8 September 2005
You there green with teeth
and certificates, summer
under a dotted line (a trust fund)…
2 October 2005
A scrawny hippo, a tar-caked disc
hopping around out back.
A rogue flipped on his back…
28 October 2005
They tell you
that when you think
you can breathe,
what you draw.
24 October 2005
I needed to see you,
but you weren't here.
There was no sign.
The gate was bolted.
22 October 2005
If I could
be a character with a mind
to find inside my own head
the path from A to B…
30 October 2005
At The Future
Home of the New
20 October 2005
You have to wonder
who would leave
a ladder open
in an empty lot.
18 October 2005
Today will not end
as if it never began.
Thunderheads are not
26 October 2005
Can you make me
a chair that looks
like this chair?
8 November 2005
Don't be biased, but it's about
healing, leaping buildings in a single bound. I went
to Utah once, on the Greyhound bus, and stopped in
a yellow café…
4 November 2005
to think a reverse template
could redeem some missing
mirror image as banal as pornography
when I needed a compost pile
You spend the last part of the party in the laundry rubbing salt into wine splotches on your shirt, thinking, even the stone painted like a ladybug, even the slug made of Christmas lights, even rusted bicycle wheels soldered to spikes? This is not party talk about landscape…
Let us drink and be merry, dance, joke, and rejoice,
With claret and sherry, theorbo and voice!
I have had playmates, I have had companions
In my days of childhood, in my joyful school-days;
All, all are gone, the old familiar faces.
10. Do grapes feel that sweet while crushing them barefoot? Should I have made love like she did—sticky, swelled, then bursting?
6 October 2005
give me my 12 cuckoos worth
of haunted fleurons, nostalgia
to fix my haywire antennae
and be heard…
21 September 2005
You say, "I have been tired recently and I've tried to tell you
About this, about how I'm feeling."
I have looked at you, but you have not seen me looking…
18 September 2005
Your return brought many surprises.
I hadn't, for example, remembered
your habit of calling me Herman Tinklewip…
My dad would like to ship my grandmother to Oregon, but first
he calls to ask what I think about heart surgery. She'll die
if they do and she'll die if they don't and there are buckets of hyacinths
on my rooftop, and bathtubs of irises; I don't want to talk about this…
17 November 2005
My tongue freezes on syllables then starts stammering
the way a hand does, trembling on a doorjamb.