Nocturne |
We drove unknowing, undeterred through a dark Seattlesquall. Jethro Tull blasting forth. For a moment,I was empty, a sort of savikalpa samadhi leading meto a greater nothing, somethingness; there were...
Posted by on Mon, 23 Mar 2009 23:24:00 GMT |
Amber |
some admire the beautyof a bee trapped in amber, coollysealed in time's preservepoetic metaphor for eternalityi think of the beautyof seeing the amber slowly melt awayas dew recedes from petalsand wat...
Posted by on Wed, 18 Jun 2008 17:50:00 GMT |
Mathews’ algorithm |
Here's another Oulipian exercise. It's based on Mathews' algorithm, but my own version.Using the following poem, I applied a little permutation shift.Original:I wish my words flew as swiftlyAs they do...
Posted by on Mon, 16 Jun 2008 07:18:00 GMT |
A couple of Oulipo transformations |
So I've gone back to writing formalist poems. Lately I've been messing about with Oulipo techniques and such, so here are some of my silly exercises.The first poem is the original. The transformations...
Posted by on Mon, 16 Jun 2008 06:51:00 GMT |
For Gemma Mills |
A bit of crankiness...******Miss Mills,I searched for sixty bookstoresin twenty cities and three yearsto find The Dream Songs complete,only to find the copy you had usedprobably for some stupid UW cla...
Posted by on Sat, 14 Jun 2008 05:52:00 GMT |
Wish (S+7) |
I word my wounds, foisted as swiftly as theydoom when I yieldSo when I spentto you it would become as serene as the movementswhen I canonized to you it would become as sweet as the breweryWhen I wiel...
Posted by on Sat, 14 Jun 2008 05:46:00 GMT |
I cannot love you: Pantoum |
I cannot be your lover, the one who loves youbecause I do not desire it so;you are kind and beautiful and wondrousbut I cannot, will not love you, no.Because I do not desire it so,my heart remains ful...
Posted by on Fri, 13 Jun 2008 22:56:00 GMT |
back to the drawing board |
I've decided to go back to the basics and try to remaster/relearn English and how to work with it. So I'm back to scribbling. I'm also back to making documentary film work, in this case a documentary ...
Posted by on Fri, 13 Jun 2008 22:38:00 GMT |
An untitled reflection |
Ten thousand nights since you caughtthe light and scattered it with dance.No outstanding day for you, justpart of the routinenot so for him:that bit bore deeply in his grain,echoing in the hollow: to...
Posted by on Sat, 26 Apr 2008 17:52:00 GMT |
Ribband Clock |
Time is a bright black ribbon inyour hair unwindingthe opposite of the clock--fingers slow extend totouchingat the contact is allstasis: each impulseof electric apprehensionalone, before all thought a...
Posted by on Sat, 26 Apr 2008 17:50:00 GMT |
