Monday, November 19, 2012

Camping And Stolen Photos


Is there a better thing than loneliness?
To hum without being heard,
Distributing time to the shadows
And disappearing into each step












calendar of murmurs
vague caresses about the planet and its water
we could have confused words
but there were doors open
confetti in the midst of darkness
gentle ways
to swoon in a corner with she who
put her tongue in my mouth
-Nicole Brossard



Tuesday, November 13, 2012

The Grind


A girl is a girl until she is a woman,
Which is more how she
Enters a room
Than lust

We met so many times I forgot
To forget your name

And I think you forgot to
to fake the same

we parted in July
unable to speak fully
as explosions colored the sky
-------------------------------------------
you remain despite all this;

Which is strange

Because ‘all this’ is stretching
into open air
and cannot be contained
By the length of your hair



























Everyone forgets that Icarus also flew.
It's the same when love comes to an end,
or the marriage fails and people say
they knew it was a mistake, that everybody
said it would never work. That she was
old enough to know better. But anything
worth doing is worth doing badly.
Like being there by that summer ocean
on the other side of the island while
love was fading out of her, the stars
burning so extravagantly those nights that
anyone could tell you they would never last.
Every morning she was asleep in my bed
like a visitation, the gentleness in her
like antelope standing in the dawn mist.
Each afternoon I watched her coming back
through the hot stony field after swimming,
the sea light behind her and the huge sky
on the other side of that. Listened to her
while we ate lunch. How can they say
the marriage failed? Like the people who
came back from Provence (when it was Provence)
and said it was pretty but the food was greasy.
I believe Icarus was not failing as he fell,
but just coming to the end of his triumph.
Jack Gilbert 1925-2012 RIP
























































The greater purpose of life involves tossing things into the air, watching them rise into space then letting them spin uncontrollably until they strike the ground. To set something into motion and witness it react completely out of your control. To both make motion and be completely unable to stop it.