Friday, July 23, 2010
Saturday, July 17, 2010
that deathward plunge that’s locked inside all form,
till what seems solid floats away, dissolves,
and these poor bastard things, no longer things,
drift back to pure idea."
From "What Light Destroys" by Andrew Hudgins
Keeping the energy up. Keeping the lights on. Keeping cool under a white-hot sky. Keeping the questions coming. Keeping one hand on the keyboard, another on a book. Keeping my ideas, day-dreams, options, wishes, and eyes open. Keeping my topic sentences active, and my coffee topped off. Keep well this week, all y'all.
Friday, July 09, 2010
"The lucky trees, to be able
to stand that close. If we talk
too much, we’ll surely miss it."
From "The Delta Parade" by Susan Stewart
Sometimes the memory of early morning light, that beaten-gold haze before the heat burns off the air's moisture, is enough to help me through a week.
Saturday, July 03, 2010
"How many years did I
beg it, implore it, not to break?
I knew each nick and scratch by heart..."
From "Crusoe in England" by Elizabeth Bishop
More readin' and ritin' to do on a holiday weekend.
The air is thick, still and humid -- Hurricane Alex's expiring breath moving up from South Texas.
Have a peaceful week, all y'all.