Sunday, May 30, 2010

Amen, D.A. Powell. Amen.

From an interview on the website

" Desire? That's just a fancy way of talking about what we hold dear and what disappears."

Tuesday, May 18, 2010

Useful Hints from "Our Health and Safety: Little Wonder Book #305"

The floor is a good place to play, but a bad place to leave things.

Going upstairs may be as dangerous as climbing a mountain on stilts.

One bad habit causes falls on stairs.

Every day, people are hurt by falling from chairs, stools, boxes, and tables.

When a knife blade or point meets you, it may keep on coming.

Danny found out that the space near swings is no place to play.

Swingers sometimes get hurt by being in too much of a hurry.

A tummy-ache is always a sign that something is wrong.

Your teeth are more than a cage to keep your tongue from running away.

Maybe you haven't been treating your feet like friends.

Getting ready for bed means more than just undressing and washing.

Monday, May 10, 2010

Another letter poem written quickly on the train

Dear Fallen Angel,

Was it such a falling, coming down from the heights, was it cold
in the citadel: spires of ice and ceaseless
light, the chorus
of seraphim as enthusiastic
as birds in the hedges
once upon a spring morning, but a thousand
times as beautiful--was it such a falling, dwelling
as you do, an exile in a city that embraces shadow
as well as the sun. In the corner bar, you have not
slept and you have not
shaved, and you remain the most handsome
person in the room. Bourbon sings
like a sparrow, it tastes in a diluted way
faintly of heaven, but here it has temptation,
amber tones, and fire. This is a place
where you can look straight ahead
and see your reflection and likewise the image
of your fellow
barfly, who regards you with his earthly hunger, really
for you it is all about the ledge, and the leap, and after,
listen, he is about to offer to buy you a drink,
we know what he means: it was cold
in the citadel, and he wants
you, and we're falling.