Thanks to a long-overdue quiet day, followed by a couple of snow days (including today—the parking lot by my building is still too icy to get my car out to go anywhere), I have returned to working on my next collection of poems. What I have done so far: First, I am almost done going [...]
There have been more changes this year than I was expecting. I’m not quite ready to summarize the year just yet, but suffice it to say that the changes now extend to one of my collections in progress, Straining Against the Margins. The first change I’ll be making is to go back to the chronological [...]
This bit of mysteriousness emerged from somewhere… The scene of my surrender is one flight up from the sidewalk This is where I lived before the war that took you from me I couldn’t wait to leave but chose to stay My open-door policy trapped me inside I spent years here stashing away my secrets [...]
Contemplating things that have and have not changed… It’s been forty-five years half the Beatles are dead the Stones are old men What once was victory is now a bitter memory in the hearts of angry men Some confuse hate with heritage but hate has history, too The trouble spots are where they meet and [...]
I spent yesterday watching Japanese movies checked out from the library. This poem was inspired by クローンは故郷をめざす (The Clone Returns Home)… Silence marks the moment of the separation the border between end and beginning the space where everything changes When the sound comes back it is sudden, deafening the discharge of a hundred atmospheres aflame Into the [...]
‘The other day, I was in a record shop. Looking through the LPs, I found the Queen catalog reissues. On one of them, the Virgin Records logo was in the upper right corner. But, on closer inspection, the famous logo that was supposedly scrawled on a napkin had been ‘cleaned up’: the basic shape was there; [...]
I have given myself a luxurious several (as in six or seven) weeks (so far) to work on the print edition of Refusal to Remain Invisible. In that time, I have removed some poems, added others, and moved a couple of others around. With my third round of printed proofs, I determined to make no more changes. [...]
Watching House again… If you knew the answer now would that change anything? You already do know, actually Has anything changed? (22 August 2015)
Thinking about how things have changed these last couple of years or so… It used to be that music was the most important thing in my life It gave me things that words alone could not convey I felt the message in the music on a level that words alone could not convey It was [...]
I hope I haven’t edited the life out of this one. It started out quite rough. The conglomerate is starting to crumble the pop is going flat The old guard has retreated to Vegas the Grand Dame plays a red piano the Lady is singing jazz and chanson A few remain seduced by the homogeneity [...]
