Archive for March, 2012

March 28, 2012

this bigott guy i like(mark borthwick)

here we are
again
crossing the bridge
at 6am
fishlines hang from these roman archs
gliding and pulling
through opaque mercury water
on a grey summer
amanecer day break

the fishermen are silent,
meditative
stoic scruff
and worn blue blue eyes
from so much staring
at the sky,
at the ocean

we are roudy
and in varying stages
of inebriated nausea
and the colors and the shapes
warp and buzz
and our voices and the giggles
young and hoarse
on our walk back from the bars

we hear a fish splash
and we all pause at once
at the edge of the bridge
we all be quiet
together
the men and us

we see the fishing lines all
fluttering like kites
in an upside down land
where the ocean
is just as free
and soothing
and hopeful
as the slowly brightening sky

and the fish
become tricksters in the clouds
looping and squirming
in glee
blanketed under
their salty silver quilt(will sanders)

“death”from t…

March 24, 2012

“death”
from the bones of animals
the factory had made these buttons
which fastened
a bodice over the bust
of a gorgeous working-girl
when she fell
one of the buttons came off in the night
and the water of the gutters took it
and laid it down
in a private garden
with a crumbling plaster statue
pomona
naked and laughing.
(french poet)

“traveling in the mountains”
travelling homesick with the west wind,
the dust of my cart rises to the evening clouds
the last cicadas drone in the yellowing leaves.
in the sunset a man’s shadow looms like a mountain.
one by one the birds go to roost.
i wander aimlessly and never go home.
i pause above a stream and envy the fisherman
who sits there in solitude and leisure,
thinking his own elegant thoughts.
(sun yun feng) 

“the valley”
the mill is buried
under the lake with the plum trees,
the melons, the pools where trout
once took cover. some say
there’s more than darkness
down there, that beneath the buried 
bridge slides the silent
vein. 
(italian poet) 

March 19, 2012

to listen: new tom waits, new leonard cohen, new andrew bird!

NEW ORLEANS was great. warm sweaty sexy swamps, pure white egrets, grease and sugar-powdered beignets, southern hospitality and swing dances, spicy bloody mary’s 

blue agave

March 5, 2012

had a good, good weekend. saw lots of polaroids and annabelle and i roasted a chicken with about 20 cloves of garlic it was SUCCULENT and the potatoes and skin is crispy and goes CRUNCH and the fat is so juicy and adds that salty flavor.  what a beautiful song!