So much going on right now--busy at work, my father very ill, so I have been traveling back and forth from Chicago to Detroit quite a bit--I am tired of being worried about him all the time, but I sure want him to be here on the planet so I can worry about him. I'll get back to regular blogging at some point. Until then I am grateful for the snapshot moments of beauty: the first real snowfall, and being out walking in it.
A blog about poetry, the writing and reading thereof, and also about the stuff of the world that goes into making poetry, which is to say, everything
Thursday, January 12, 2012
Tuesday, January 3, 2012
Ten Sentences I Wrote Across the Pages of an Art Magazine
So I am getting ready to move into a new place, and I'm trying to get rid of a lot of stuff in my place: books, clothes, magazines, etc. I have a lot of art magazines I brought home from work over the past few years--to get full credit from the distributor, a bookstore only needs to return the cover of the magazine, so I was able to take a lot of coverless magazines for collage and so forth. I have a long history of stealing sentences from art magazines, but sometimes I leave sentences behind, written on ads and images from exhibitions. I tend to think of these sentences as springboards--a position to dive from and write my way into something (and then back out again.) Here are ten from one magazine, written down so I am free to recycle said magazine and not move it to a new home two blocks away. Feel free to borrow a springboard if you need one.
1. He was terrified of waiting in the airless glass room.
2. When she thought about her mother she often became anxious.
3. The suspicions never end at the bus stop on Broadway Avenue.
4. I wondered if it was time to bring out the bucket of nails.
5. Sometimes I wonder if I'll ever allow myself to feel that rage.
6. At night the river was made of black glass.
7. Sometimes it's best to sit on a stone bench, and think.
8. Ever since she was a little girl she wanted to marry a man with the head of a bird.
9. The sight of his blood came as a relief: the body continues to be a factory.
10. I'm still working out the way to seal my heart off from the far greater world.
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