Our dog Bo finally died. He’s been dying for months, and on his last legs for a month I suppose. Nothing dramatic, just like the air being slowly let out of a tire. I have really disliked him for years because of his behavior. But he was lovably eccentric I suppose. I did not feel sad [...]
LAUGHING AT THE RUBES I just finished a short story, Pastoralia, by George Saunders, a writer I’ve heard of through friends, and perhaps nibbled around the edges of, but not actually read before. It is grossly unfair to judge a writer by one story, but as I started the second story in the collection, I [...]
JEFF JACKSON: MIRA CORPORA TWO DOLLAR RADIO, 2013 Jeff Jackson’s Mira Corpora is a short coming of age novel with a whiff of surrealism. At its center is a lost boy, running away from an abusive alcoholic mother. It is Picaresque in structure, and the narrative is heavily filtered through the subjective experience of the [...]
If I could wring The dark from my brain, What of the spark Would remain? The matter is grey. Light itself is a stain In the colourless flux Of a winters day. And this is the crux, Echoed by the ruckus Of juncos and crows Sky in layers of clay.
When I’m away I want you to miss me When I get back I want you to kiss me While I am driving I’ll think of your eyes Whenever I gaze at the clear winter skies If wind over water sends out silver ripples I’ll shiver imagining your mouth on my nipples Minutes will be [...]
In the 19th century her sex was fair In the 21st her sex is bare. No matter how old men cavil That the denuded hills of Brazil Are infantile and bizarre All hair is gone below the bar. Now I read that man’s best friend Is about to meet a hairy end. Now women say [...]
Why would anyone want the face on the right over the face on the left?: I mean, the woman on the left is a human being who has lived , the one on the right looks like she was boiled in the fountain of youth and extruded [...]
Out of Time I am out of time! The lines on the face In the mirror are mine. Bent at the waist, I trace Circles with a bill, But in the glass stand still.
From Blake’s Public Address on his Engraving of Chaucer’s Pilgrims This is Blake on originality in art. He’s talking mostly about engravers in England but he applies his thought to poetry as well. He attacks Monopolizing Traders and blames them for foisting bad art on the public and as a result making people cynical. I’ve [...]
For years friend urged me to read Philip K. Dick. They compared my work to his. And the book they wanted me to read was Valis. Not the Valis trilogy, as it has become. But I ignored that advice, of course, and when I finally settled down to reading him, I began with a typical, [...]