Sunday, January 29, 2012
Wednesday, January 25, 2012
Tuesday, January 24, 2012
Monday, January 23, 2012
A.E. Loveridge
http://www.sundresspublications.com/wickedalice/loveridge.htm
After Rexroth
A lowly bureaucrat, which she is, toiling
for a government clogged by procedure
and process, which she is, living in a city, which she does,
in a small house full of ghosts, which she does,
by a river, which does flow nearby,
and waiting, like she does, for one who loves another,
which she is, who will send a message, which he won't,
or perhaps for the wind to carry one perfect blossom
into her lap while she waits by the river
for the one who will not send for her,
Which it does.
Monday, January 16, 2012
― Charles Baudelaire, Les Fleurs du Mal
“I know that pain is the one nobility / upon which Hell itself cannot encroach”
Wednesday, January 11, 2012
Tuesday, January 10, 2012
Beggars And Kings by W. S. Merwin
"In the evening
all the hours that weren't used
are emptied out
and the beggars are waiting to gather them up
to open them
to find the sun in each one
and teach it its beggar's name
and sing to it It is well
through the night
but each of us
has his own kingdom of pains
and has not yet found them all
and is sailing in search of them day and night
infallible undisputed unresting
filled with a dumb use
and its time
like a finger in a world without hands."
are emptied out
and the beggars are waiting to gather them up
to open them
to find the sun in each one
and teach it its beggar's name
and sing to it It is well
through the night
but each of us
has his own kingdom of pains
and has not yet found them all
and is sailing in search of them day and night
infallible undisputed unresting
filled with a dumb use
and its time
like a finger in a world without hands."
