But all the world’s ones come out by two / for a four-legged
waltz of whom and who – James Broughton – Special Deliveries, 1989 p34
It rained last night – lovers are at it; out early. They are
in their mid-thirties. Mid-live liaisons – breakfast from brown-paper bags in
the park. Of the modern conveniences, electricity is the best. But then it’s
not really a convenience in itself is it? It is plastic. It’s what you can do
with your life. My advice Benjamin is plastics. Get into plastics.
There I was: Sentencing myself to death / by red ants and
also / by black ants, traveling through empty villages: / fear that grew /
until it reached the stars – Roberto Bolano – The Romantic Dogs, 2006 p41
Youth is focused on style
Age shifts it to content
Time is
running out
For any
meaning
A love brief as the sigh of a guillotined head, / The head
of a King or a Breton count, / Brief like beauty, / Absolute beauty – Roberto
Bolano – The Romantic Dogs, 2006 p37
Some coonass hunters running dogs show up as it gets dark.
This is the first night that it was warm enough to sleep without wearing
longjohns. When I have to get up in the middle of the night – unzip the bag and
crawl out into the dark wearing only my boxers – I don’t freeze my ass off. For
the fist time since leaving home I have a fellow camper. No they are just
letting their dogs out to let them run. Though there were hounds barking down
along the river last night, there is no one here in the campground this
morning. The stars had come out big and bright. The sun is up now and I can no
longer see my breath. The fire is banked and dying. I am packed and ready to
head out. Eighty per-cent of campground fees goes to improvements and towards
maintenance – hell, that’s a much better return on your investment than most
charities.
One is taken hostage, if not to say prisoner, by space –
Durs Grunbein – Bars of Atlantis, 2010
p196
In the heart of bohemia I write
Thinking of Spicer, Snyder or Rexroth
Here where they crisscrossed
Their aura is still here – this is bohemia
The Beat exhaled the word and puncturated it with jazz
And they did it right here on Columbus
Yes this is bohemia but the beat is gone
Pasty men
in berumuda shorts
Checking
out the sex clubs
Get frightened by Bush Man
Down at the
Wharf
Take a
photograph
‘X’ marks the spot
If small babies possessed the physical strength and
co-ordination of adolescents we should indeed live in a destructive world –
Anthony Storr – Human Destructiveness, 1972
Oh shit, I’m having transmission problems – its slipping
badly. I check the fluid. It is low. There are several different types of
transmission fluid. The wrong one will cause even more problems. The correct
type was embossed on the end of the dip-stick. The manual says to drive for
twenty miles and leave the engine running while parked on level ground. I
couldn’t find the fill point. I asked someone. He said that its usually the
same as the measurement point. How do you get it in that tiny hole. I go to
Wal-Mart and buy a turkey baster. I get about half a quart it. You don’t want
to overfill it as that will also cause problems according to the manual. It drives
better now. There is no skipping now. Woo, I hadn’t budgeted for the
replacement of a transmission after having just bought the vehicle. The next
time I might not be so lucky (and I wasn’t and it happened on the some far off
Montana mountain).
The things which are usually one way, / can as will be /
another - / as if one took / something from one pocket, / put it in
another, and / said nothing about it
– Theodore Enslin – Then and Now – 1999 p71
It means something
Else – in
South America
The
Disappeared
September 11, but on
Second
thought
Maybe not
It always been the
Same – the
Return
Of the dictators
The fear – the need to
Restore
order
Gets translated into
A nightmare
A restoration of order
Violence as
a means
To
an end
No end is in site
Violence is
extended
Across
generations
Always the same
In the name
Of security and well being
Its official – Its in the rules
Your not
allowed
To hit back
There is sadness / and desperate / hatred / In the close-in
/ of winter / it becomes / unbearable – Theodore Enslin – Then and Now – 1999
p52
Both stupidity and beauty are in the eye of the beholder.
You think OWS is radical? You think 350.org was radical…?
We’re not radical. Radicals work for oil companies. The CEO of Exxon gets up
every morning and goes to work changing the chemical composition of the
atmosphere. No one has ever done anything as radical as that, not in all of
human history… Corporate power has occupied the atmosphere – Bill McKibben –
CommonDreams.org
For everything new that can be said, is there something old
that can no longer be told?
Lights at the far side / punctuate / a coast / line / Those
who live there / separated / from me – Theodore Enslin – Then and Now – 1999
p108
She sighed and heaved her chest
As she said “Happy
Thanksgiving”
I know how
she feels
This is the beginning of my darkness too
After solstice I begin to count backwards
[the
days]
Until I’m back to
today
And then I give my thanks
And know that the sun shall rise
On this
wintery drearyness
And I replied, “And you have
A great Thanksgiving to”
But the turning is a long way away
And I’m
already in a bad way
The dead / stay with the living, / much as cut corn stalks,
half-burried in / turned / wet soil – Theodore Enslin – Then and Now – 1999
p122
All geniuses are innovators of expressiveness
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