The splendor

of imagined life

A whole look at it
from the sidelines
or outskirts

Gila woodpecker

Above on a tree
or sounding far

Low by the stump
the mind accomodates
its plumpness

Rays that flame life

This morning the sun, a promise,
a well of creation, of life

Trailing in the clouds

A week at the airport
The school of life


Trailing in the clouds

From the ground
when a jet flies
in the clear sky
you see
its white trail

From a plane
when a plane flies
in the clouds
you see
its clean trail

Neon sign

A lightning
is a neon sign
that sometimes
borders the clouds
sometimes flashes
them up

Pull head over
Wave to a train
to a ship
but none to a plane

Celestial things

There are stars on earth too
Lights at the night from a plane
Its the distance that lends the beauty
to celestial things

The book had such a glossy cover that my laptop flickers had me dodging a crawlie reflected on the book.

Meet the poet

Poetry in person
Muriel Rukeyser

During the course of his 1993 appearance, edward Hirsch repeats a line from Robert frost to the effect that if a book of poetry holds twenty-nine poems, the book itself becomes the thirtieth poem. - Alexander Neubaeuer.

I'm sure that rhythm is the poet himself. - Lowell.

Bizarre

An infant lying on his back just turned on his tap but there is not enough water, it looked like a a long transparent then film. A lady broke it off and found a similar thinner tube inside and fed it back to the kid.
On an aerial trip in a seat over water. Had to hold to the sides of the chair, brushing off thoughts of what the fall could lead to.

Stories

We were driving to a nearby village to meet relatives. It bein a livestock market day, little away from there we saw oxen being washed in a stream being groomed.

Life in hindsight

Interactions with travelers. The world looks at you and lets you know, you are fat. The world, the mirror, the equaliser. If your family does the same, you revolt. When a nameless face does it, you cry but you listen up. The world like the nurse, pats you for your nise, squeak so you let the world know that you are alive.
The cost of non-reticence in public transport.

The sleep of life

What is that something restorative that lets you place all things personal on a shelf and take off from where you left, after the life is back in you. Like picking up your belongings from the jailer when its time for parole or freedom.

Cartoonists

They take reins of their life way early.

Chalk is my weapon - Backing into Forward, Jules Feiffer.

Al Jaffee too had this sense of need to take control of his life as he couldnt trust his mother to take care of him.

Jacket Art

Somebody else's century
Fungible

The book's buddha face - four faced as Janus but only in the visible half with each half overlapping the other is easily lost in the cliched but hey take a look again. Design by OUTT

Otaku
Drishtee, Saurath
Sandur Lambani
Heterogeneous time
Emil Cioran
Qixia Buddhas
Linear V Circular time

Water

is often theme for many literary magazines, so naturally I was interested in Written in water.
Corvina
Nashua
Ufrainkhal and FAO

Who is Harry Bernstein?

The Dream by Harry Bernstein is a no-gimmick memoir.

New writer

I wonder how else I could be introduced to Breece Pancake's work, if not through Five million head of cattle by Samantha Hunt.
In the essay I like how she tells about herself by telling about an opposite of herself, calls a song a heartache.

The joy of essays

How to be alone, essays by Jonathan Franzen. In 2003, I heard about his novel from a penpal but never read any work of his. Essays is something I am more likely to read than a novel.
Geri chair
Blues traveler

After coming across Vetted, from the sound of it, I recalled that I meant to look for vatic.
Sound is a way of words to keep each other from going into oblivion.

White flight