disappeared in this
entanglement i wonder
how autumn fell out
a second early (or late)
this seedling fades in memory
Category: poetry
Aug 02 2011
don’t hesitate
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Apr 11 2011
Tree of Codes
I’ve had this on order at Amazon for months, but finally noticed in the reviews that Barnes & Noble had it in stock on their website. In his latest work of fiction, Jonathan Safron Foer has literally cut out a new story from Bruno Schulz’s classic story The Street of Crocodiles (also known as The Cinnamon Shops).
The result is something beautiful…words from pages below peeking up into the current page…giving so many different ways to read each page. Reading through front to back is quick, as there aren’t many words on each page…and each page is only one-sided. But this is something I imagine you’d want to read over…seeing the different ways the words come together.
About the book (from Jonathan Safron Foer):
The making of the book (from the publisher):
Tree of Codes (Publisher’s Microsite)
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Oct 07 2010
Last Letter
From this Channel 4 news report
Jonathan Pryce reads a newly rediscovered poem by Ted Hughes where he imagines his wife’s last night before her suicide.
A devastatingly beautiful intimate poem, not originally included in his Birthday Letters collection (though I imagine it will be added to a new edition).
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Dec 02 2009
Humpday Haiku: LA Freeways
hit the brakes! avoid
the woman switching lanes
with me still beside.
—
Ah…driving in LA, always an adventure. Do the holidays make us drive worse? Today’s near miss was at least the 4th time in the past couple weeks where someone has attempted to change lanes despite the presence of my vehicle next to them. Most of the time, they realize their blunder and quickly move back to their lane. But the woman driving the Jeep today, just kept coming, completely oblivious (at least by appearances), never fully switching into my lane and cutting off the person who was in front of her in her original lane. To be fair…I did this to a motorcyclist myself in the past couple weeks, but he was sitting in my blind spot splitting lanes. I was driving the vanpool minivan.
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Nov 25 2009
Humpday Haiku: For Grandpas…
fall grieves the loss of
family covering earth
with tearfull leaves
—
ahh…the best laid plans. I had intended to make this a weekly feature with the posting of the first haiku on Nov 4th. But then I was called to jury duty and the past two Wednesdays were my only days in the office (and therefore quite busy).
This weeks haiku is inspired by Alicia’s grandpa, Stan, who passed away last week, my grandpa, Harold, who taught me what it meant to love (and passed away in August 1991), and my other grandpa, Mike, who is facing the upcoming second anniversary of my grandma’s death.
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Nov 04 2009
Humpday Haiku: A Foggy Day
fog filled mornings a
reminder so. cal. summers
do indeed relent
—
I’ve decided I need to get back to a habit of writing more. Both on this blog and in general. So to help kickstart this goal, I’m going to start posting a haiku every Wednesday on the blog.
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Aug 26 2009
Maybe
Maybe
Sweet Jesus, talking
his melancholy madness,
stood up in the boat
and the sea lay down,
silky and sorry.
So everybody was saved
that night
But you know how it is
when something
different crosses
the threshold–the uncles
mutter together,
the women walk away,
the young brother begins
to sharpen his knife.
Nobody knows what the soul is.
It comes and goes
like the wind over the water–
sometimes, for days,
you don’t think of it.
Maybe, after the sermon,
after the multitude was fed,
one or two of them felt
the soul slip forth
like a tremor of pure sunlight,
before exhaustion,
that wants to swallow everything,
gripped their bones and left them
miserable and sleepy,
as they are now, forgetting
how the wind tore at the sails
before he rose and talked to it–
tender and luminous and demanding
as he always was–
a thousand times more frightening
than the killer sea.
–Mary Oliver from House of Light
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