December 2008
21 posts
Sustain (early unreleased mix) - Padres
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“you lack imagination. and by “you” i mean “I”.”
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“slip through the narrow pass with held breath and whispered curses.”
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“absent voice and words ossified through overuse. the lone sane man on the pequod.”
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“your dark carriage and shining eye,”
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“you glow in my mind like the host on a polished silver dish brought...
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Cotton's Point
Next week, we’ll need to wear
full suits. In the flat hours
of the afternoon, the only other
guy in the water, a local probably, has
paddled down the coast, slowly finding
the break. We could talk but
we don’t. In the silence between
sets, cold water, and salt, my friend
studies the patterns of wax on the deck
of his board, the local’s face is turned to
the haze gathering on the...
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No Whale in Sight
The fields of mustard
vast enough to acquire height.
The lookouts in the crosstrees.
Ivory-gulls bracket small
imitations of arches.
Words only amaze me.
The outward ornaments of
a turtle-shell. This afternoon
is this afternoon. An armless
man selling gum near the bus stop
his thick stumps
bruise my collar bone,
scalloped lip. The sea
darkening. Only the sound
of wind. Sand...
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No Whale in Sight
Here I am with this sack of brine soaked clams,
standing in the silt of a clear stream.
Morro Rock, just down Cables beach,
a miter streaked with guano, reaches
a tuft of clouds charging southward.
The break known as Hazard Canyon——
the waves of slatish Pacific curl around
a rocky point and break in neat rows
between uptilted strata of stone. The boys
in suits of neoprene ending at...
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Brothers at Lakeside
And after pulling through the dark green trough
of the mountain road, a dim carpark behind
a bar. The lake below. The blackened face
is smooth enough for us to see the stars.
But one of us prefers the girls who lift
heavy glasses of beer again, again
to touch their mouths with a galaxy of foam,
and the other one prefers the girls themselves.
If movement were a form of grace, the lake
a...
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Bashō wrote: Year after
year, on the monkey’s face,
a monkey face. And looking
at monkey faces, it would be so
alluring for an ugly human
face to emerge on my
mind’s silver-coated plate.
It is a monkey face. We
see by our own lamps:
reveal forms encoded
into darkness by covering
them with nets of light.
That night I went to
meet you, the pigeons sleeping
on the cold power
lines...
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Samarkand/Columbia
Jules the maddening ruler began by stating that now is the time
when the fishermen no longer fish
when the osprey circles without diving
when the cold mountain no longer pikes
up in the sky because diamond air no longer wraps it around
when the businessman is still at his desk
when kings serve other kings
when I serve the king of england
when the cat no longer mouses
when the sleepers no...
The Belief in Baleful Stars
As if the face were of a man
Thin stars with elongated tails: 3s
naturally imply a vertical axis—— a scaffolding
of degrees,
as in top mid low——
the three will not commingle,
skygrowth cannot upsurge a human.
Stonedrift, outcrop, stalactite,
snagstone. The cosmic triad tacks
man squarely between sky and rock.
This is me talking. Principles
of controlled movement, dryness &...
Yellow
If I may compare great things with small,
A lemon is a funny canary.
Like a Eucharist wafer, a shallow
Gold dish called patina carries the sun,
A Dutch gilder, a soft pile of arsenic.
In the cool humid lands to the North,
The soil is leached of its bases in
Increase of acid, bile, gall, yellow-green,
Melancholy. From the Danube in the
West, the Melanchlaei, the Black Cloaks,
Melanoma,...
The Transience of New Leaves is Not As Noticeable...
The Skins
of the plums she
brought home were the color
of an intimated dawn. The meat,
a bright dusk,
and sour,
pinched her eyebrows
together and
curved her lower lip.
Coming Upon a Street Dog in the Alley Between the Lanes
a full well of animal
fear, giving off the odor of
blind striking back.
His eyes were muddy
sockets of grey jade—
Playing Chess with My Father After His...
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