Vanity
the fat girl needed
the cute guy to like
her body because
the other fat person
made her sick,
so she lost weight.
Tuesday, 7 September 2010
A Poem, Madames
Madames
They are angry
because things are
changing, though things
have always changed,
but now things
are coloured like
skin and eyes,
and the crusades
are over, though
they never fought,
rather staying home
to watch their
husbands’ back and
their children’s heights
increase, and they
are angry because
things are changing,
and they are
too weak to
do much except
encourage fear of
things that change.
They are angry
because things are
changing, though things
have always changed,
but now things
are coloured like
skin and eyes,
and the crusades
are over, though
they never fought,
rather staying home
to watch their
husbands’ back and
their children’s heights
increase, and they
are angry because
things are changing,
and they are
too weak to
do much except
encourage fear of
things that change.
A quote, Shakespeare
"...and melancholy is the nurse of frenzy."
- Taming of the Shrew, Introduction, 132.
- Taming of the Shrew, Introduction, 132.
Friday, 30 July 2010
A quote, Italo Calvino
"Surely my own story is also contained in this pattern of cards, my past, present, and future, but I can no longer distinguish it from the others. The forest, the castle, the tarots have brought me to this point, where i have lost my story, confused it in the dust of tales, become freed of it. What is left me is only the manic determination to complete, to clonclude, to make the sums work out. I still have to cover two sides of teh quadrangle in the opposite direction, and I advance only out of punctilio, so as not to leave things half-done."
- Italo Calvino, "The Castle of Crossed Destinies" (translated by William Weaver)
- Italo Calvino, "The Castle of Crossed Destinies" (translated by William Weaver)
Sunday, 28 March 2010
A Poem, Joel
Joel
Pethuel’s son heard God.
He screamed at the drunken elders
-Who should be wise –
To consider their generations,
To lament their fate
To wake up from their stupor.
Joel slept on a towel
on the beach
during his vacation
and thought he heard
some kids screaming about
something in the water.
He turned over to
get some sun on his back.
He heard of the virgin wife now widow,
Pethuel’s son,
but virgin still.
He walked the orchards
And wondered why the pastor
Had not seen the spoiled produce.
Joel sipped from his
water bottle and took a bite
out of a perfectly ripe apple.
He scanned from behind
shades the sea
rolling and turning
with the patience of a
gardener.
Harvest is never.
The land is lost.
Darkness.
He said to embrace hunger and consider
paths chosen.
Pethuel’s son heard of mighty hosts
That destroy
Leaving desolation in their wake.
They cannot be stopped.
He felt the land,
And it was 1920 Tokyo.
He saw the sky,
And it was a velvet curtain.
He screamed:
Turn and see!
Turn and save!
Consider and repent!
Joel glared at the noisy kids
and slurped while he crunched
his apple. He looked at
the body asleep next to him
and prided himself
on his choices.
Slave traders roam,
selling boys for whores,
and girls for wine.
He knew his place in life
near the top, and
had no problem with it.
Joel closed his eyes,
and decided he
would get more sun.
Power does not change.
Pethuel’s son heard God.
He screamed at the drunken elders
-Who should be wise –
To consider their generations,
To lament their fate
To wake up from their stupor.
Joel slept on a towel
on the beach
during his vacation
and thought he heard
some kids screaming about
something in the water.
He turned over to
get some sun on his back.
He heard of the virgin wife now widow,
Pethuel’s son,
but virgin still.
He walked the orchards
And wondered why the pastor
Had not seen the spoiled produce.
Joel sipped from his
water bottle and took a bite
out of a perfectly ripe apple.
He scanned from behind
shades the sea
rolling and turning
with the patience of a
gardener.
Harvest is never.
The land is lost.
Darkness.
He said to embrace hunger and consider
paths chosen.
Pethuel’s son heard of mighty hosts
That destroy
Leaving desolation in their wake.
They cannot be stopped.
He felt the land,
And it was 1920 Tokyo.
He saw the sky,
And it was a velvet curtain.
He screamed:
Turn and see!
Turn and save!
Consider and repent!
Joel glared at the noisy kids
and slurped while he crunched
his apple. He looked at
the body asleep next to him
and prided himself
on his choices.
Slave traders roam,
selling boys for whores,
and girls for wine.
He knew his place in life
near the top, and
had no problem with it.
Joel closed his eyes,
and decided he
would get more sun.
Power does not change.
Friday, 5 March 2010
Friday, 19 February 2010
A Poem, The Precipice
The Precipice
On a precipice
staring at what
I’ve left behind
(although it might
be what’s to
come or an
imaginary downfall product
of a barrage
of statements,
and suggestions,
and suspicions
that we’re all
alone, and it’s
up to you
whether you fall
fail or get-over
the hastily built
rope bridge with
so many missing
planks it’s hardly
worth trying to
pass), and an
Inuk Chuk stands
on the other side.
It looks like Jesus.
I passed out
before the precipice
woke-up and dawn.
Things were the
same. The Jesus
Inuk Chuk stood
histrionic and static.
I stared at
it while the
sun made shadows
grow on the
planks of the
rope bridge. Hunger
came and went
then came again.
It grew cold.
I was tired.
I did not
walk forward but
turned my back
on the Inuk
Chuck, avoiding grace,
plodding downcast, more
confused than ever,
towards my home.
On a precipice
staring at what
I’ve left behind
(although it might
be what’s to
come or an
imaginary downfall product
of a barrage
of statements,
and suggestions,
and suspicions
that we’re all
alone, and it’s
up to you
whether you fall
fail or get-over
the hastily built
rope bridge with
so many missing
planks it’s hardly
worth trying to
pass), and an
Inuk Chuk stands
on the other side.
It looks like Jesus.
I passed out
before the precipice
woke-up and dawn.
Things were the
same. The Jesus
Inuk Chuk stood
histrionic and static.
I stared at
it while the
sun made shadows
grow on the
planks of the
rope bridge. Hunger
came and went
then came again.
It grew cold.
I was tired.
I did not
walk forward but
turned my back
on the Inuk
Chuck, avoiding grace,
plodding downcast, more
confused than ever,
towards my home.
A Poem, Doing
Doing
Reading E.P. Thomspon's
The Making of the English Working Class,
Sitting in the
Standard Life financial planning headquarters,
Waiting to teach English
to an Egyptian fifty year old,
Planning a coffee date
with a friend who won't show up,
Stressing about an obnoxious
argument with another,
Hoping for
something to say,
Praying for
direction,
Missing
clarity,
Living.
Reading E.P. Thomspon's
The Making of the English Working Class,
Sitting in the
Standard Life financial planning headquarters,
Waiting to teach English
to an Egyptian fifty year old,
Planning a coffee date
with a friend who won't show up,
Stressing about an obnoxious
argument with another,
Hoping for
something to say,
Praying for
direction,
Missing
clarity,
Living.
Two Haikus: Four Months Later, Homeless,
Four Months Later
Time continues mute
conversations swirl around
our friend is still dead.
Homeless
I know there's beauty
somewhere while I'm in the shit
Oil drum fireplace night.
Time continues mute
conversations swirl around
our friend is still dead.
Homeless
I know there's beauty
somewhere while I'm in the shit
Oil drum fireplace night.
Thursday, 11 February 2010
Saturday, 23 January 2010
A Quote, Seamus Heaney
"What looks the strongest has outlived its term.
The future lies with what's affirmed from under."
- Seamus Heaney, "Canton of Expectation"
The future lies with what's affirmed from under."
- Seamus Heaney, "Canton of Expectation"
Friday, 22 January 2010
A Poem, The Paper Today
The Paper Today
* Can be found in an upcoming publication of "The Writer's Block"
http://www.thewritersblockmagazine.ca/
* Can be found in an upcoming publication of "The Writer's Block"
http://www.thewritersblockmagazine.ca/
A Poem, Albino Squirrels
Albino Squirrels
Art students
jabber conversation
Caribbean vacation
mural for peace
“What are you going as for Halloween?”
Where are you going
spinning ideology
lost on dogma
unable to create narrative
meandering politics
lost in a cocktail lounge
converted to a coffee shop
squirrels without colour.
Art students
jabber conversation
Caribbean vacation
mural for peace
“What are you going as for Halloween?”
Where are you going
spinning ideology
lost on dogma
unable to create narrative
meandering politics
lost in a cocktail lounge
converted to a coffee shop
squirrels without colour.
A Poem, Micah
Micah
I walked in a mountain
and it did not move
under my feet.
Dry olives gave no oil,
juiceless grapes were stamped needlessly,
harvesting grainless wheat.
An age of science
told me to be lonely
and I sang no more.
Yakking blabbermouths
passed cold wisdom
into sardonic ears,
and a coiled rattlesnake
warned of her venom,
as I marched aimlessly
and arrogantly
by the rock she
sunned herself on.
I desired keep
the sun, as
night hastened.
I walked in a mountain
and it did not move
under my feet.
Dry olives gave no oil,
juiceless grapes were stamped needlessly,
harvesting grainless wheat.
An age of science
told me to be lonely
and I sang no more.
Yakking blabbermouths
passed cold wisdom
into sardonic ears,
and a coiled rattlesnake
warned of her venom,
as I marched aimlessly
and arrogantly
by the rock she
sunned herself on.
I desired keep
the sun, as
night hastened.
Friday, 15 January 2010
A Quote, Robert Frost
"Some may know what they seek in school and church,
And why they seek it there; for what I search
I must go measuring stone walls, perch on perch;"
- Robert Frost, "A Star in a Stone Boat"
And why they seek it there; for what I search
I must go measuring stone walls, perch on perch;"
- Robert Frost, "A Star in a Stone Boat"
Monday, 11 January 2010
A Poem, BBC News/Sports in January
BBC News/Sports in January
A Togo football team is fired upon in their team bus
ten reasons to invest in gold
rebels in Cabinda want independence
oil rich
stock charts & alerts
star Adebayor unhurt, but others in a bad state
A new generation of automation solutions for pulp and paper.
A page of BBC News.
A Togo football team is fired upon in their team bus
ten reasons to invest in gold
rebels in Cabinda want independence
oil rich
stock charts & alerts
star Adebayor unhurt, but others in a bad state
A new generation of automation solutions for pulp and paper.
A page of BBC News.
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