Wednesday, April 23, 2014

Volunteer Flower

Volunteer Flower

Flower I am trying to determine
if you are remnant or potential

What made you volunteer
for the immediacy
of life up here

There are nearly infinite
versions of you
yet-unprompted by soil or weather or family line
or some gardener’s willy-nilly work

Your life here flower
is the one night’s dream of the darkest insides
of earth

Tuesday, April 22, 2014

Even an Arrowhead Will Soften

Even an Arrowhead Will Soften 

The pocket will be changed
by what it holds

And the object in the pocket
     The ticket stub
     The fist-crumpled tissue
     The keycard
lets the pocket nibble at its edges

You want the memory
to stop fraying

For this you will earn a callus

Monday, April 21, 2014

A Cleaner Bone

A Cleaner Bone

Each day walking home
I saw a bone
maybe from the body of a chicken
and someone had eaten the body away from it

Each day it became a cleaner bone
the memory of the bird had been altogether halted

The generic object we plant in the dog’s jaws
is a bone
This scene is cute

because we can forget that the body reduces to twigs

The dog has dug it up
to bury it again

Friday, April 18, 2014

Watchable Delights

A few delightful and weird little videos for you today.


                 

Street Typography from Tom Williams on Vimeo, found via Creative Review


        

"Look Over the Watchmakers' Shoulders," found via The Kid Should See This

        

"Word Avoidance: Words We Love to Hate," by Joe Manning (From Pecha Kucha Louisville)

Thursday, April 17, 2014

Song to Slow Dance to

Song to Slow Dance to 

Whatever gestures towards satisfaction
can never fully satisfy you

Think of the slow dance
how its softness and falsetto can alter time
for only three to four minutes

Think of the euphemism

Think of language
which is itself a euphemism

Everywhere there are bodies clanging together
there will one day be no bodies
 
Every body you give yourself to
will vanish
As will your own body

We know pleasure
because it ends