I am looking for the saddest thing, which once found
will never be lost again, because it will follow me
- Seductive sadness winks at me
In I called, called to the lashing waves, the end ties with the beginning.
Oscar Hahn's poem 'Places are neither here no there' on wishing hard. In 'The center of the bedroom', 'something' that takes a form but has been present even before identified as something - 'the sad snow this year's dirty snow'.
Net Galley Challenge
Friday, October 14, 2011
Antidote against medicine
As the water boils with bitter pink tonic
on a kerosene wick stove
dad cuts the apple
so the sweet apple
can leave a good taste
I direct a pill into my
mouth followed by a waterfall
A friend says its easier
for the pill to go down
after you store some water
in the mouth
on a kerosene wick stove
dad cuts the apple
so the sweet apple
can leave a good taste
I direct a pill into my
mouth followed by a waterfall
A friend says its easier
for the pill to go down
after you store some water
in the mouth
Dissolved
A Mom puts a
disk shaped tablet
in a spoon of milk
the bitter medicine
is now
ready to be evaded
by an unwilling baby
oscillating the mouth
from side to side
Leapboard:
Lihn began to break it up with a spoon
Because I wrote by Enrique Lihn
Archilocus
disk shaped tablet
in a spoon of milk
the bitter medicine
is now
ready to be evaded
by an unwilling baby
oscillating the mouth
from side to side
Leapboard:
Lihn began to break it up with a spoon
Because I wrote by Enrique Lihn
Archilocus
Handy kerchief
A Handkerchief dropped
from a window onto
the seat can
hold your place
A handkerchief can
be knotted to hold
apples that you
didnt plan on buying
until your eyes fell
on them or tomatoes
that zing up your
curry
on a day other than
sunday when you are
out without a grocery bag.
Leapboard:
My whole sea is white scarves/kerchiefs
Handkerchiefs of air are slowly being spun
Jaime Sabines, With Nerves trailing poem
from a window onto
the seat can
hold your place
A handkerchief can
be knotted to hold
apples that you
didnt plan on buying
until your eyes fell
on them or tomatoes
that zing up your
curry
on a day other than
sunday when you are
out without a grocery bag.
Leapboard:
My whole sea is white scarves/kerchiefs
Handkerchiefs of air are slowly being spun
Jaime Sabines, With Nerves trailing poem
My first rainbow cloud
Driving west in the evening
a cloud has two colors of a
rainbow
May be its the sun light
But the sun is on the left
When I rushed home to take a picture
it was no longer there
In the morning I woke
up thinking its rain
it must be the sprinklers
a cloud has two colors of a
rainbow
May be its the sun light
But the sun is on the left
When I rushed home to take a picture
it was no longer there
In the morning I woke
up thinking its rain
it must be the sprinklers
Thursday, October 13, 2011
Not so complex Bell jar
He lives in a bell jar called Art
or Pleasure or Science
The Tunnel
In the days of childhood
cream colored cotton candy
was sold in a bell jar
or Pleasure or Science
The Tunnel
In the days of childhood
cream colored cotton candy
was sold in a bell jar
As I enter
through the gate
for lunch
a yellow butterfly
wades
through the air
of afternoon
courtesy:
"It will be", they said, " a sad,sad time
in which butterflies will be gathered" from The Calabash tree
Amen to butterflies
for lunch
a yellow butterfly
wades
through the air
of afternoon
courtesy:
"It will be", they said, " a sad,sad time
in which butterflies will be gathered" from The Calabash tree
Amen to butterflies
Wednesday, October 12, 2011
The Foremost Good Fortune
The Foremost Good Fortune by Susan Conley
The foremost good fortune
Laowai
pole position
Anish Kapoor in China.
I am reading running away to home where author Jennifer Wilson with her family goes to her Croatian ancestral village to find her roots. I picked this 'The Foremost Good Fortune' book by Susan so I could compare.
Language is a big impediment in the new country in communicating yourself. Both families get care packages from grandparents back home for the displaced grandkids.
Puer tea
The author dines at local restaurants and involves herself in activities - sweater party, bag purchasing, that get her to interact more with the adopted country. From the people she meets everyday - a maid at house, a chaffeur, gym trainer, yoga teacher she learns much about the Chinese culture. As a family, she travels to different places and learns about the regions.
By making us see how her kids process her having cancer, she shows us a filigree of emotions around the cancer victims and family.
The author is not clueless in China as her husband has been there before and can speak the language. The children assimilate faster into the new culture with their father making it fun for them to learn the language. In distress when a child has to dissuade the maid from catching a pigeon outside their window, he says 'bu yao'.. not wanted.
The author compares her cancer to all situations she cant get a handle on.
Running Away to Home: Our Family's Journey to Croatia in Search of Who We Are, Where We Came From, and What Really Matters
Monday, October 10, 2011
Thursday, October 6, 2011
1996 Fall
Hayden's Ferry Review Tenth anniversary has Laura Lee washburn's poem 'The story of Snow white and Rose Red'.
..
The sisters had no use for other stories..
From Valencia street poem,
..The street is a ribbon
on a gift you've never opened...
Turandot in George Looney's Libretto for an opera about gold and lust. His 'Under the sad weight of the moon' is a labrynth with a horse, moon at the dead ends. I was reminded of 'red chair in a beige room' by Carol smith only for the similarity of repetitive treatment of fixed subjects.
A chapter 11 from Valerie Miner's Range of light novel
D and C
In 'Paper Boy' by Cathrine Ryan Hyde(author of Pay It forward), I guessed part of the story.
..
The sisters had no use for other stories..
From Valencia street poem,
..The street is a ribbon
on a gift you've never opened...
Turandot in George Looney's Libretto for an opera about gold and lust. His 'Under the sad weight of the moon' is a labrynth with a horse, moon at the dead ends. I was reminded of 'red chair in a beige room' by Carol smith only for the similarity of repetitive treatment of fixed subjects.
A chapter 11 from Valerie Miner's Range of light novel
D and C
In 'Paper Boy' by Cathrine Ryan Hyde(author of Pay It forward), I guessed part of the story.
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