not a pretty picture. not a good. not a bad. picture. but an argument.

Tuesday, January 17, 2017

The Many and No One

History adds that before or after dying he [the actor] found himself in the presence of God and told Him: "I who have been so many men in vain want to be one and myself." The voice of the Lord answered from a whirlwind: "Neither am I anyone; I have dreamt the world as you dreamt your work...and among the forms in my dream are you, who like myself are many and no one."

From "Everything and Nothing," by Jorge Luis Borges (translated by James E. Irby

Tuesday, January 10, 2017

eating better, a pear and some almonds



The Claude Glass

We are in the farmhouse again.
I think we have just made love.

I can't quite be sure but I see that
my walls are dripping a kind of puce, 

thick like honey. The clock on the wall
is as innocent as an insect performing its purview.

The cars zipping along the nearby highway
seem silly. We have been carting humble-sized

wheelbarrows full of desire
to the center of our kitchen table.

My husband is about to reach through the air
and penetrate the light to touch the circumference

of a pear. Art history books climb the walls in columns.
Poetry books tumble upon themselves 

with their slack suspenders and messy wiglets.
The problems of the world exist in a single droplet of water

which forms and falls from the faucet, 
glints in the daylight

and captures this whole scene like a concept.

Sunday, December 4, 2016

time


Friday, October 28, 2016

a channel on the way to misery bay


Perhaps the Leviathan is Invisible as it Enters the Channel

For a long time 
in my young life 
I gazed upon landscape paintings 
or landscape photography 
or nature poetry and thought - 
So what?

But isn't that like beholding 
angels threading light and saying - 
Pass the butter?

Monday, October 17, 2016

to crane


contemplating the nature of an empty field
a chorus of cranes derrick and jib by
leaving me to wonder on the nature of an empty field