Posted in art, poetry, righteous on July 4, 2009 | 3 Comments »
Because it’s useful to remember just how much ass we can kick, and in how many different ways, when we choose to:
In my next life, I’ll be able to dance like that.
What I really, really love about this video is at 2:47, where she gives a little stomp, [...]
Posted in disasters, font-geekerie, home, lovely, poetry on February 16, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
Go ahead, go find out. I’ll wait; after all, you’ve been waiting on me.
It was some time, wasn’t it? The snow, the wind . . . In my twenties, I was surprisingly well-acquainted with a guy who spent several months every couple years in Antarctica, where it is as cold and windy as it has [...]
Posted in poetry on June 29, 2007 | Leave a Comment »
selections from The Woods of Westermain, George Meredith (1883)
I.
Enter these enchanted woods,
You who dare.
Nothing harms beneath the leaves
More than waves a swimmer cleaves.
Toss your heart up with the lark,
Foot at peace with mouse and worm,
Fair you fare.
Only at a dread of dark
Quaver, and they quit their form:
Thousand eyeballs under hoods
Have you by the hair.
Enter these [...]
Posted in poetry on June 22, 2007 | Leave a Comment »
A superb poem, the last two lines of which bring tears to my eyes.
Those Winter Sundays
Sundays too my father got up early
and put his clothes on in the blueblack cold,
then with cracked hands that ached
from labor in the weekday weather made
banked fires blaze. No-one ever thanked him.
I’d wake and hear the cold splintering, breaking,
When the [...]
Posted in poetry on June 15, 2007 | Leave a Comment »
A change of pace this week: two summer haiku by Matsuo Basho.
The oak tree:
not interested
in cherry blossoms. (translated by Robert Hass)
The old pond, yes, and
A frog is jumping into
The water, and splash. (translated by G.S. Fraser)
Posted in poetry on June 8, 2007 | 1 Comment »
From the quirky and remarkable Come Hither, edited by Walter de la Mare.
This is the Key
This is the Key of the Kingdom
In that Kingdom is a city;
In that city is a town;
In that town there is a street;
In that street there winds a lane;
In that lane there is a yard;
In that yard there is a [...]
Posted in poetry on June 6, 2007 | 3 Comments »
Because I was in the Metropolitan Museum of Art with Joan on Friday, enjoying the extraordinary experience of Stendhal’s Syndrome in the company of the woman I love, a Samuel Daniel poem.
Tethy’s Festival
Are they shadows that we see?
And can shadows pleasure give?
Pleasures only pleasures be,
Cast by bodies we conceive;
And are made the things we deem
In [...]
Posted in poetry on May 26, 2007 | Leave a Comment »
Okay, it’s Saturday. But poetry is good every day of the week, isn’t it?
Thermopylae
Honor to those who in the life they lead define and guard a Thermopylae. Never betraying what is right, consistent and just in all they do but showing pity also, and compassion; generous when they’re rich, and when they’re poor, still [...]
Posted in genius, poetry on May 18, 2007 | Leave a Comment »
This Friday’s poem is by Irish poet Mary Dorcey.
The Whiteness of Snow
The whiteness
of snow
on a branch of pine,
is the whiteness
of her skin
from shoulder to thigh.
And the sway of the branch
under its
flesh of snow,
is the song of her hips
in the weight of my hands.
(The River That Carries Me. Upper Fairhill, Galway: Salmon Publishing. 1995)
Mary Dorcey is [...]
Posted in games, poetry on May 10, 2007 | Leave a Comment »
My first Friday poem is dedicated to the memory of the spectacular Harison’s Yellow Rose which bloomed prodigally in the first week of June on the corner of Harrison Street and the Troy Highway. It had likely been there 60 years, judging from its size; it had certainly been there 28 years, because I [...]
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