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Monday, February 21, 2011

Veneer

The dreams that get us close to the flying wings of an eagle, of a colorful pterosaur. Legs slipping down the cliff, but no fear even with an inadvertent hunchback behind. Beneath is the water dating beginning.
A mask to see behind the scenes.

Of Sontag

She always wore pants ( usually jeans) and low-heeled shoes ( usually sneakers), and she refused to carry a purse.
- Sigrid Nunez.

John Berger

Mythology

I move my face
left right slightly up down slowly
a silent photographers directions
so a beam of sunlight
can smother me

This kind of thing
could impregnate me


I wrote this after the cue of sunlight

Writers

Mentors, Muses and Monsters

This essay Annie Dillard and the writing life by Alexander Chee will show your writing guts to you. with sentences like 'Compare yourself to Colette, or Henry James or Edith Wharton.' and 'Go up to the place in the bookstore where your books will go, she said. Walk right up and find your place on the shelf. Put your finger there, and then go every time.'

In The Snow Globe, Jonathan Safran Foer writes about the give and take that goes on between writers.Yehuda Amichai with his A Man doesnt have time poem, the kind that Emily Dickinson says you know its a poem, it takes your head off would influence anyone he comes in contact with.
In 'When Julie met Deb..' her persuasion in keeping at wriitng for seven years hinging her writing life on two editors approval.

Excerpts

Saturday, February 19, 2011

Poetic influences

Karen Weyants column had references to poets I dont know. Jan Beatty
Judith Vollmer
Jim Daniels

Forbidden City

I like the murals at the bottom.
Theres something about these colored long columns.

For the king

An Ivory chair
Art has matched royalty.

Sculpture present in physical space unlike an idea hidden in books

Poetry

The want of writing a better poem
makes me read higher works of literature

Growing up

Al Jaffee thinks like and adolescent.

Writing fiction

I told my roomate that I was going to read Beirut 39. She asked me if its fiction. That put me in a thought if its possible to write fiction when you are in the midst of turmoil or insecurity.

Friday, February 18, 2011

Who am I?

I crawl on my belly at a snail pace
But I have no carapace

I have a foot and no bones
But I make no bones about it

My movements are smooth on slime
But I stop in my tracks on gas lime.

Translating geography

I heard a man proposed in Antarctica.
What is the Antarctica, the Everest of the mind?

Understanding the east and west

Somebody else's century

Hope forever

Whether it be the Berlin Wall, apartheid, the bad old coercive Soviet system, or our own bad old coercive business systems, it seems that any foundations not now built on the realities of human relationship are being swept away by the forces of our time. - Crossing the Unknown sea, David Whyte.

Standing the test of time or falling under.