Wednesday, November 17, 2010
Friday, October 01, 2010
Friday, September 03, 2010
Wednesday, September 01, 2010
Sunday, August 15, 2010
Monday, July 26, 2010
Star
"I love the piece of earth that you are,
because of all the planetary fields,
I have no other star"
- Cien Sonnetos de Amor
de Neruda
Thursday, July 22, 2010
Wednesday, July 07, 2010
Monday, June 28, 2010
Tuesday, June 22, 2010
Tuesday, June 15, 2010
Knowing
I know where to find you
even before you know you're going to hide.
It's one of those things I have a sense for
but I wish that I didn't.
It's so hard after all,
to see your outlines crumble
as you stand at the edge of a cliff,
waiting for the wind to sweep you away,
waiting for the water to grind you into the ocean
you fear so much
even though you've taught yourself how to swim
many years ago
even before you know you're going to hide.
It's one of those things I have a sense for
but I wish that I didn't.
It's so hard after all,
to see your outlines crumble
as you stand at the edge of a cliff,
waiting for the wind to sweep you away,
waiting for the water to grind you into the ocean
you fear so much
even though you've taught yourself how to swim
many years ago
Monday, April 12, 2010
Did yesterday know
Did yesterday know that today was going to be like this?
Did it read the forecast, cast the dice
or calculate the angle at which the projection of your shadow was going to fall on my face?
Did it count the steps to the staircase that would lead it blind into memory,
up a hill, behind a mountain and into a cave
of dankness and cold sleep;
away from morning, noon
and afternoon light
filled with amber wood
and Sunday delights?
Did it read the forecast, cast the dice
or calculate the angle at which the projection of your shadow was going to fall on my face?
Did it count the steps to the staircase that would lead it blind into memory,
up a hill, behind a mountain and into a cave
of dankness and cold sleep;
away from morning, noon
and afternoon light
filled with amber wood
and Sunday delights?
Wednesday, April 07, 2010
Cartography
Illustrating a map
is an exercise in diplomacy.
After neatly following black flowing lines of political propriety,
my hand begins to itch after a while
and I ask myself
where, for example, does India end
and Pakistan begin,
and what do I do about China's persistent butting in?
Is Antarctica ever anything but white,
I wonder,
and how do the Chechnyans sleep at night?
Does the isle of Taiwan get its own colour
and will Israel eventually manage to get it right?
In an act of absolute anarchy
I pick up my eraser-ing tool
and wipe away all those border conflicts
that have angered you and worried me so.
The continents are now just islands -
large, intricate masses of white
surrounded by deep blue mysterious oceans
reflecting clouds, the stars
and generous astronomical light.
It's a sunny kind of day today,
and I'm in a benevolent mood
if I could go back to Babel
and leave alone the sky-reaching tower,
I'd wipe out the languages too.
is an exercise in diplomacy.
After neatly following black flowing lines of political propriety,
my hand begins to itch after a while
and I ask myself
where, for example, does India end
and Pakistan begin,
and what do I do about China's persistent butting in?
Is Antarctica ever anything but white,
I wonder,
and how do the Chechnyans sleep at night?
Does the isle of Taiwan get its own colour
and will Israel eventually manage to get it right?
In an act of absolute anarchy
I pick up my eraser-ing tool
and wipe away all those border conflicts
that have angered you and worried me so.
The continents are now just islands -
large, intricate masses of white
surrounded by deep blue mysterious oceans
reflecting clouds, the stars
and generous astronomical light.
It's a sunny kind of day today,
and I'm in a benevolent mood
if I could go back to Babel
and leave alone the sky-reaching tower,
I'd wipe out the languages too.
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