Sunday, August 31, 2008

Inside, out

"...We elide to nothing: ice to mist, fist to dust.
Praise this then:
that long undoing maps our single perfect act."

From "In the Kingdom of Perpetual Repair" by Kevin Stein

At the Oatmeal Festival

" senses have caught up with my body
my breath with the air it swallows..."

From "Learning to Love America" by Shirley Geok-Lin Lim

Friday, August 29, 2008

Depth of field

every corner there was perspective. ..."

From "Shiver & You Have Weather" by Matthea Harvey


Things are at full-tilt in the workin' whirled as well as in the learnin' whirled.

Not much respite in sight, so I'm shimming in a tiny bit of art as I can between the press of commerce and the rhizome-laden groves of academe.

Thursday, August 21, 2008

Saturday, August 16, 2008

Iron ornament

"...There should have been a greeting or a sign,
the smile of a stranger, something beyond
the soft refusals of the summer air..."

From "Equations of the Light" by Dana Gioia

Friday, August 15, 2008


"...white grass crackling
all the way to the well shed,
the burning that must
have been coming from me."

From "Messenger" by R. T. Smith


Workload's increased, school's about to start, art history paper's in progress, and thus poky posting. No worries -- I still have rust to share.

Sunday, August 10, 2008

Hat trick

"... how wonderful the light!
It lit up table, room, and street,
the neighboring houses and the sky..."

From "By The Well of Living and Seeing" by Charles Reznikoff

Thursday, August 07, 2008


"...I would ask the absolute night to dispose of my sleep in whatever way might make you happiest. ..."

From "The Lichens" by René Char
Translated by Susanne Dubroff

Tuesday, August 05, 2008

These particular trees

"...I was all the same then,
Walking repeatedly past this or that remote place,
Carrying my particular scenery on my back."

From "Scenery" by Lu De-An

Sunday, August 03, 2008

Break it down/up

"...because of the wreck
that was expected (and metal given velocity
and heft to assure it)—
we became adepts..."

From "'Wreck' and 'rise above'" by Eleanor Wilner
(Please see the poem link for correct linebreaks and spacing.)

Friday, August 01, 2008

Historic building

"...the remains of strange picnics,
Replications of old selves, a cacophony of changes
Like a room crowded with chairs..."

From "To Live with a Landscape" by Constance Urdang