Sometimes
what
you don't know,
can
hurt you.
-mce
Wednesday, April 29, 2009
Wallace Stevens
(Blogmesiter's Note: This little poem transformed my view of life and poetry. It is not so simple as it appears to be.)
Theory
I am what is around me.
Women understand this.
one is not duchess
a hundred yards from a carriage.
These, then are portraits:
a black vestibule;
a high bed sheltered by curtains.
These are merely instances.
Mona Lisa Redux
Old lovers
sit like drained
wine bottles
on wooden shelves
kissed by sun rays:
empty vessels,
their openings
still exquisite
in memory.
-mce
sit like drained
wine bottles
on wooden shelves
kissed by sun rays:
empty vessels,
their openings
still exquisite
in memory.
-mce
A Short Essay on the Essense of Fragility - for Uli
You broke my heart;
I lashed out.
Thirty years of life
canceled
in a minute.
Beware the illusion
of solidity.
Everything can be broken;
everything already is.
- mce
I lashed out.
Thirty years of life
canceled
in a minute.
Beware the illusion
of solidity.
Everything can be broken;
everything already is.
- mce
Holler
No internet,
no TV,
no cell phone,
no noise
but the breath
of nature.
Jesus,
is that sound
my heart beating?
-mce
no TV,
no cell phone,
no noise
but the breath
of nature.
Jesus,
is that sound
my heart beating?
-mce
Stay Close
The macro is useless;
the love of money
sucks the life
from everyone
and everything
it touches.
Instead:
drink a beer,
listen to bird song,
write poems,
make love
like it's the last time.
There is salvation
in the micro.
- mce
the love of money
sucks the life
from everyone
and everything
it touches.
Instead:
drink a beer,
listen to bird song,
write poems,
make love
like it's the last time.
There is salvation
in the micro.
- mce
Monday, April 27, 2009
A Beer For Richard Brautigan.
I bought a beer,
twice,
for Richard Brautigan
in 1972
at Thomas Lord's bar
on Union Street
in San Francisco.
Each time,
he was already drunk:
this is what life means.
-mce
twice,
for Richard Brautigan
in 1972
at Thomas Lord's bar
on Union Street
in San Francisco.
Each time,
he was already drunk:
this is what life means.
-mce
Thursday, April 23, 2009
Da Twoof
If you seek
eternal verities,
little grasshopper,
you are not just
on the the wrong blog,
you're on the wrong earth.
- mce
eternal verities,
little grasshopper,
you are not just
on the the wrong blog,
you're on the wrong earth.
- mce
Anti-depression Medication
One night
of shameless sex
with a warm,
willing, talented,
obscenely younger
woman
works every time.
- mce
of shameless sex
with a warm,
willing, talented,
obscenely younger
woman
works every time.
- mce
Suspicions
No one thing contains everything. Synecdoche is always suspect. Symbols are better. They mean both more and less, yet inhere no meaning at all: dust as dirty or dust as death - both equally true and equally not.
Rachel
Watching you
lighting a cigarette,
your long legs
smiling beneath
that flouncy,
breeze-blown
skirt
reminds me
why I still bother
to breathe
at all.
- mce
lighting a cigarette,
your long legs
smiling beneath
that flouncy,
breeze-blown
skirt
reminds me
why I still bother
to breathe
at all.
- mce
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