tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22712658800657820202024-03-12T23:54:38.803-07:00AdjacencyMONDAY ARTPOSThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05875172319252657209noreply@blogger.comBlogger155125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2271265880065782020.post-14512041247695402832019-06-24T12:38:00.002-07:002019-06-24T18:24:07.658-07:00#160--Alchemy Today<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;"><b>Home Fries from Afar</b></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">Gerard de Nerval</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">writes in Aurelia</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">that the human imagination</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">has produced nothing</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">that is not true</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">but today</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">I ordered an omelette</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">the waitress asked</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">do you want home fries</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">and onions</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">and I said sure</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">the omelette was like</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">a padded envelope</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">the home fries</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">were little once-frozen cubes</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">of potato possibly potato</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">and I said to the waitress</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">how can you call these</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">pellets home fries?</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">well, they're fried</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">she says smiling</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">and taking my money </span>MONDAY ARTPOSThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05875172319252657209noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2271265880065782020.post-31166345763522473662019-05-27T13:00:00.001-07:002019-05-27T13:00:34.179-07:00 #159: Remembrance<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>Attic</b></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">an attic like a hat with a feather</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">two decisions keep it suspended</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">the idea of staying away from it</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">so that it stores up bricks of sun</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">the idea of bothering it with reveries</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">their trivial softness</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">so that the attic, made hot as a balloon,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">lifts from the house on a cloud</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">(from a collection of poems called Handyman) </span>MONDAY ARTPOSThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05875172319252657209noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2271265880065782020.post-72712028314668720982019-05-20T06:07:00.003-07:002019-05-20T06:07:42.894-07:00#158: SUNRISE<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;"><b>Dinner, Breakfast</b></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">evening meals</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">crumbs of sunset</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">served behind</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">my back</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">at bone table</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">and chairs</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">swept away</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">next morning</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">making room for</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">slices of sunrise</span>MONDAY ARTPOSThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05875172319252657209noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2271265880065782020.post-41345741765270343862019-05-13T08:17:00.000-07:002019-05-13T08:17:18.980-07:00# 157: Flower Stories<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b># 151: Flower Stories</b></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">flowers with their colour gone</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">live on as wan</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">breathing the concrete air</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">causing the bees to stand and stare </span>MONDAY ARTPOSThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05875172319252657209noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2271265880065782020.post-91150219147674201672019-05-06T11:20:00.001-07:002019-05-06T11:20:30.377-07:00150: MOVIETONE POEM <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Movietone Poem<br />
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Sometimes I see you at the movies<br />
<br />
you are the flowerhat in front of me<br />
the pointed flashlight<br />
the usher carries in his teeth <br />
<br />
sometimes you sit in my lap<br />
like popcorn<br />
and we whisper dryly together<br />
<br />
I never see you leave<br />
I imagine you there afterwards<br />
asleep among the candywrappers<br />
<br />
From Flying Fish and Other Poems, Exile Editions, 1996.MONDAY ARTPOSThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05875172319252657209noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2271265880065782020.post-53790467377815286782019-04-29T08:08:00.002-07:002019-04-29T08:08:48.232-07:00149--Acrobat<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b><br /></b></span>
<span style="font-size: large;"><b>Safe Flight</b></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">it is enough</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">that someone</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">by chance</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">should trip</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">on his shoelace</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">in an airport say</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">but catching himself,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">the floor cheated</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">of receivability,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">would continue</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">to his gate</span><br />
MONDAY ARTPOSThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05875172319252657209noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2271265880065782020.post-48838889530392275332019-04-22T05:18:00.002-07:002019-04-22T05:18:45.423-07:00No.148. Water Music<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>Five Farewells</b></span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-size: large;">there are five farewells in Paris</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">five firehoses</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">men with their eyes closed</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">one horizontal line</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">that bridges the others</span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-size: large;">think of this as a harp poem</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">with streetcar wires</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">a progress of mirrors</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">each swinging like a tree</span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-size: large;">one horizontal line</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">strict as the metro</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">links the pinching of the trees</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">I lift heavy wine</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">(one final vertical)</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">to your smouldering butterfly</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
MONDAY ARTPOSThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05875172319252657209noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2271265880065782020.post-36620980186721799622019-04-15T09:08:00.002-07:002019-04-15T09:08:36.501-07:00# 147: Moment<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>Duel</b></span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-size: large;">draw fast</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">through these middling days</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">with their blunted blades</span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-size: large;">draw first</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">through this syrup</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">of dulled space</span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-size: large;">draw now</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">before an incontinent moon</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">wets your pliable resolve</span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-size: large;">draw hard</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">your hand is thick</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">with runoff ideas</span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-size: large;">draw down</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">in the gnashing</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">of the other shooter’s teeth </span>MONDAY ARTPOSThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05875172319252657209noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2271265880065782020.post-76764348109224208872019-04-07T15:14:00.001-07:002019-04-07T15:14:11.001-07:00#146: A Gathering in the Late Afternoon<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>Painting the Angel</b></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">He made one wing white</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">and the second wing red</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">which sharpened the eye</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">and streamlined the head</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">the angel spun round</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">in prismatic disgrace</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">while the painter grew rich</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">from the egg on his face </span>MONDAY ARTPOSThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05875172319252657209noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2271265880065782020.post-62625233157073212862019-04-01T12:58:00.001-07:002019-04-01T12:58:45.585-07:00#145: Two pieces of dance solo <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>Ceaseless Seagull: A Novel</b></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<br />
<span style="font-size: large;">her appealing emails</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">his pawn-ticket</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">her miniature whistle</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">his large animal breath</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">her improper antique vases</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">his privileged bookstall</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">her cuttle-fish wit</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">his ceaseless seagull</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">the locusts on his terrace</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">the rubies on her beach</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">the coal in her heart</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">the gasjet in his eye </span>MONDAY ARTPOSThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05875172319252657209noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2271265880065782020.post-23279063575677497582019-03-25T06:42:00.001-07:002019-03-25T06:42:18.879-07:00#144--Message from the Sky<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;"><b>UNDELIVERABLE</b></span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Sometimes you think</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">about breeding in silence</span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-size: large;">it’s like dozing</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">in a concrete armchair</span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-size: large;">each tooth of reverie</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">leaves a bite-mark</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">on your arm or leg</span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-size: large;">when the rain</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">is loosened enough</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">it falls in bracelets</span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-size: large;">the leaves curl</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">in your lap</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">the porch light goes off</span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-size: large;">you are a green parcel</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">undeliverable</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">like a live goat</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">or the harp in the garage </span>MONDAY ARTPOSThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05875172319252657209noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2271265880065782020.post-78433565587018259302019-03-18T06:42:00.002-07:002019-03-18T06:42:42.405-07:00#143: A Collection of poems in two volumes<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><b>A Mist Will Rise </b></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">A mist will rise</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">from the poem’s stone</span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-size: large;">settling up the steeple</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">or lying</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">slippery with oil</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">at the water’s edge</span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-size: large;">what true prayers</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">what vengeful questions</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">power this split infinity? </span>MONDAY ARTPOSThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05875172319252657209noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2271265880065782020.post-69846179260134954302019-03-11T06:56:00.003-07:002019-03-11T06:56:22.585-07:00#142: Inside, outside <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><b>Golden Horse</b></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">you'll want to know this</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">your golden fingers</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">under the lampshade</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">it will mean something</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">just as a cupboard door closes</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">you love the kitchen</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">and the study</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">that pools around you</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">like the corral fence</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">around a golden horse </span>MONDAY ARTPOSThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05875172319252657209noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2271265880065782020.post-63973513966928711242019-03-04T07:00:00.003-08:002019-03-04T07:00:09.714-08:00141--Walking Out from the Past<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>In Praise</b></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">she walked around the block</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">it gave the impression</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">of dance</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">she picked up her fork</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">the way you'd pick up</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">a paintbrush</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">she sat in her chair</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">and sighed</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">suddenly it was evening</span><br />
MONDAY ARTPOSThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05875172319252657209noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2271265880065782020.post-25051686257661996852019-02-25T07:33:00.002-08:002019-02-25T07:33:30.882-08:00#140: A border of thinking, about the art of transforming a book into liquid solutions Photo<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Photo: Lee Ka-sing</td></tr>
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<br />
<b><span style="font-size: large;">Word Courses</span></b><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">(for Louis Zukofsky)Louis Zukofsky lives</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">in a high corner</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">old whiskers white</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">he curls around books</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">with a glass of soft wine</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">he gathers words</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">like nuts</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">spread on a towel</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">he pounds them into powder</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">for salting the batter</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">of his verses</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">he uses lasers</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">to burn the distant parts</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">of language</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">a hammer</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">to smash</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">what’s close by</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">late each night</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">he makes</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">a granular peace</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">with language</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">using his rough sleep</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">to salve the way</span>MONDAY ARTPOSThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05875172319252657209noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2271265880065782020.post-57238610461380281242019-02-18T07:01:00.003-08:002019-02-18T07:01:42.620-08:00 #139: Lady holding a menthol-flavoured cigarette <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><b>A FANCIFUL TEA</b></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">put out</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">the skyblue cups</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">and saucers</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">tap a ginkgo</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">for the tea</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">milk a cloud</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">for cream and sugar</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">squeeze a fall of sun</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">for lemon</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">have an oaken biscuit?</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">good with ginkgo tea</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">and cloud milk</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">or lemon sun </span>MONDAY ARTPOSThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05875172319252657209noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2271265880065782020.post-65713165175962548632019-02-11T06:39:00.002-08:002019-02-11T06:39:23.790-08:00#138 Under the Silver Moon<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><b>A Walker</b></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">a walker</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">in the snow</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">with miles to go</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">before he breathes</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">with no map</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">with no memory</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">with every part of his body</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">the same size</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">as every other part</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">a snow unity</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">in a winter mansion</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">down a howling hallway</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">with no end </span>MONDAY ARTPOSThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05875172319252657209noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2271265880065782020.post-72280976548863703982019-02-04T09:24:00.001-08:002019-02-04T09:24:08.741-08:00 #137: This is not a moon<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><b>DODOesque</b></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<br />
<span style="font-size: large;">in dreams</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">we stumble on dead elms</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">climb their bone branches</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">chat with Dodos</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">it takes a lot</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">to convince us of anything</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">with promises drying to powder</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">and axioms curling in the sun </span>MONDAY ARTPOSThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05875172319252657209noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2271265880065782020.post-82020053686566924392019-01-28T07:02:00.000-08:002019-01-28T07:02:08.991-08:00#136: Criticize<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Lee Ka-sing - Criticize</td></tr>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b><br /></b></span>
<span style="font-size: large;"><b>Your Lover’s Hotel</b></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<br />
<span style="font-size: large;">your face</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">loated past the alarm clock</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">morning rose like a snake</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">from the basket by the bed </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">my eyes tightened</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">around your cornsilk waist</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">then I kissed you</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">deep as a silver spoon</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">but you moved to the mirror</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">and cracked open</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">a road into</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">your former lover’s hotel </span>MONDAY ARTPOSThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05875172319252657209noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2271265880065782020.post-40822301455591350272019-01-21T06:28:00.005-08:002019-01-21T06:28:50.203-08:00#135: The storm-after<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">(Lee Ka-sing - The storm-after)</td></tr>
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<br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><b>After Kato Gyodai (1732-92)</b></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><b><br /></b></span>
<br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><b>Mid March</b></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">The snow stays</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">a crow creaks</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">under a shrub</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">I start the car</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">and turn the headlights</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">down the tunnel</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">of a stray cat’s eye</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">last year’s grass</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">tears at the soiled</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">ice</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">the wind is weak</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">but strong enough</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">to break off</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">a tree’s right arm </span>MONDAY ARTPOSThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05875172319252657209noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2271265880065782020.post-58435835589083268702019-01-14T08:09:00.004-08:002019-01-14T08:09:51.016-08:00#134: Shadow<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">(Lee Ka-sing - Shadow)</td></tr>
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<br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><b>A Criminal on the Street</b></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">you run</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">into a criminal</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">on the street</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">he’s counting</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">his days</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">on his gloved fingers</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">you ask him</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">for some outlaw</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">cool</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">he smiles</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">like a wax pig</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">trips on the curb</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">you help him up</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">he is soft like</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">a breast of chicken</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">his grey hair</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">dead grass</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">a cat walks by</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">in its taffeta freedom</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">shoots him</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">through the heart</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">with a whisker </span>MONDAY ARTPOSThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05875172319252657209noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2271265880065782020.post-80213091554418419752019-01-07T11:55:00.001-08:002019-01-07T11:55:03.474-08:00#133: Your Flesh<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Lee Ka-sing - Head profile and the moving smoke</td></tr>
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<br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><b>our Flesh</b></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<br />
<span style="font-size: large;">your flesh</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">sprinkled by the flight</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">of a thousand birds of paradise*</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">thus anointed</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">can fly by itself</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">like a kite</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">without wind</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">your flesh</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">haunted by the fragrance</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">of a hundred perfumes</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">can rise like mist</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">and waft from the window</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">to float over the parking lot</span><br />
<br />
Andre Breton, “L’Air de l’eau” (quoted in Anna<br />
Balakian, Surrealism: the road to the<br />
absolute (New York: Noonday Press, 1958) p.138.MONDAY ARTPOSThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05875172319252657209noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2271265880065782020.post-32572571994039917122018-12-31T07:28:00.001-08:002018-12-31T07:28:21.636-08:00#132: "the Curtain idly hands there, waiting for the morrow."<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Lee Ka-sing - "The curtain idly hands there, waiting for the morrow."</td></tr>
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<b>Everybody’s gone</b><br />
<b><br /></b>
<b>down the second-class corridor</b><br />
<b><br /></b>
<b>I did not touch or tell heads</b><br />
<b><br /></b>
<b>I’m happy on a bicycle</b><br />
<b>pedaling round</b><br />
<b>a brawny circle</b><br />
<b><br /></b>
<b>I’ve been granted</b><br />
<b>custody</b><br />
<b>of their empty places</b><br />
<b><br /></b>
<b>I’m in charge</b><br />
<b>of the cloudy feel</b><br />
<b>of their absence</b><br />
<b>the grain of their going </b>MONDAY ARTPOSThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05875172319252657209noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2271265880065782020.post-70253621797223278022018-12-24T08:43:00.005-08:002018-12-24T08:43:49.421-08:00#131--Lee Ka-sing - The graffiti turned into a piece of dried leaf <table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Lee Ka-sing - The graffiti turned into a piece of dried leaf </td></tr>
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<br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><b>A Sage</b></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">a sage</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">immovable</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">in the night</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">normally solid</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">as a brick</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">looks at the sky</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">and all of a sudden</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">doubts</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">his</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">impenetrability</span><br />
MONDAY ARTPOSThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05875172319252657209noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2271265880065782020.post-20496821224632344192018-12-17T09:38:00.003-08:002018-12-17T09:38:57.858-08:00#130--Vintage Story<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;"><b>Nadja</b></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">blue glove</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">and bronze glove</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;"> innocence and weight</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">one like a vase</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">the other like an angel</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;"> a light breeze</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"> connects them</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">a current flows</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">between them</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;"> the bronze glove</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"> topples over</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">the blue glove</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">lifts like a balloon</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;"> the battery broken,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"> all Paris</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">grows dark </span>MONDAY ARTPOSThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05875172319252657209noreply@blogger.com