(no subject)

things that make me warbly

walking through leaves
bach's concerto for two violins
the anime scene in kill bill
airports (clean high-ceilinged places)
chai
Amaj7/E
"cold worlds shake from the oar"
whispers
abandoned buidlings/construction sites
"no duerme nadie por el cielo. nadie, nadie"

writing is unemotional. the emotion is accidental/incidental. a compromise between writer and reader. but the writing, is unemotional.

Any More??

Arthur Rimbaud, he stubbed his toe
And suffered inflamations
He came back home from Africa
And died from complications

Trakl OD'd on cocaine
His pharmacy had stored
Berryman got drunk again,
Forgot his bungee cord

Teddy Roethke took a swim
Rainer Rilke's blood was thin
Jarrell's death should give us pause
Please obey all traffic laws

Wilfred Owen saw it coming
Sexton left the motor running
Garcia Lorca loved flamenco
But he had to piss off Franco


Plath is still my favorite one
She never got her baking done

I'm thinking of putting together a small collection of light verse.. for my little brother..

---------
You can see the line
between the ocean and the sky
but you can't see the line
between the sky and space
but you'd feel it
if you happened to fall out of your spaceship.

You'd see it
if you were standing on the moon
but then
you wouldn't see the line
between the ocean and the sky.

Because there are no lines

only colors

and feelings.



----------
Cities grow from the center, you know.
Like plants. They stretch.
You could stand in the center
of Manhattan, perhaps
and your fingers would trace
through New Jersey
and down Long Island
and upstate
and could reach through Connecticut
but wont
because let's face it
no one wants connecticut.

And from that center you could be the eye
of a city, blinking
and looking out toward other cities
far and distant
(but unable to be seen
because the earth
curves and hides the distant)

And each of those cities
has a few million people
(that's a whole lot of people)
like you, with ears
and a nose and two eyes,
blinking, looking off,
not seeing their part
in these wonderful, giant, grey things:
cities
loving the sky
crawling around each other
filling the earth with light.



----------
Don't forget that trees
Were there before the pavement
And that the parking lots
Were all put there by men.

Don't forget that birds
Were there before the wires
And that the power lines
Were all put there by men.

Don't forget that insects
Were there before the ceiling
And that the sheetrock walls
Were all put there by men.

Don't forget that Life
Was there before the living
The ways to make a living
Were all put there by men.

Don't forget that Conscience
Was there before the Country
And all the rules and laws
Were all put there by men.

Were all put there by men
Were all put there by men
And when you are a man
You may take them down again.