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 01.06.2006 |
Competition conquers mutual aid
The people is destroyed Time produces circumstances it believes are true
As one cataclysm recedes another trundles up
| 01.05.2006 |
Wind does its speaky thing
Blood pulls the trigger Each what if shadows the moon torsioned with wind
The whole thought dries out in a reasonable daylight
| 01.04.2006 |
The wrecking star shines bright in the hoary winter night
Moonlight on baywater flirts, but the soul's an isolationist
| 01.03.2006 |
The room cold, the bed warm, the heart steady
A million years melts away many mountains
The ring presents the heart's promise
The heart promises the world
| 01.02.2006 |
Not possible to build a defense against winter or beauty
Beauty will not pass you by unless you ignore it
| 01.01.2006 |
Life on earth
My life on earth
To think of time—of all that retrospection — Whitman
The house of time is circular
| 12.31.2005 |
(A) Crowd somewhat tense, everyone looking for the gate
(B) Not desire to make change, curiosity about what's here
| 12.30.2005 |
Migraine won't break; storm won't stop
The dry wind, the wet wind, the hungry wind
Drip swirl rivel sluice moan hiss howl
The house stands still, wind and water moving
| 12.29.2005 |
Winter clears a way
Nothing gold can stay
12.28.2005
Sky empties and empties
Rain falls and falls Minimal hills
Shining mountain
12.27.2005
Food is on the table, the rain comes down
Earth barely warmer, but the weight tremendous
12.26.2005
The story of life is stories broken against other stories
The endlessly breaking news betrays a fear of contemplation Body curls, muscles shrink, gait slows to steady, death waits
Reading a draft of her elegies I realize rain too is a jungle 12.25.2005 Time is a journey not a clock
The heart is a clock, the mind is time A plane exists alongside the world
A world exists alongside the road
| 12.24.2005 |
Trucks bottleneck traffic while miles trundle and tick past
Circle of fallen leaves glows around each tree in the orchard rows
| 12.23.2005 |
Vowels are first awareness, the consonants full consciousness
Language, born from rhythm & repetition in the heart's vowels & consonants 12.22.2005 You come across it & it's changed, every time changed & that changes you
Circle breaks, no other apparent; no pattern in ceaseless curl & plunge
| 12.21.2005 |
Time falls always from us and the days don't stop
We can't go on we do go on we can't we can we do we do 12.20.2005 Not done with the urge to lash back at death, to hurt what hurts you
The fuel of sadness powers you to every available destination
| 12.19.2005 |
You can't trust death: hiding, waiting, hiding, pouncing, never content
Press back against the difficult, don't die back day by day 12.18.2005 Waking and asleep, nightlong rain, mixed with relentless death
The heart contains only persistence and promise, no praise now If I hadn't forgotten him he would still be alive (no child)
Had I only gone there instead, he wouldn't be dead (no no no)
| 12.17.2005 |
His heart stopped this morning, tonight rain is talking talking talking
Newborn, living, dying, imponderable dead, new dead, the dead The young don't know, the old don't know, even the dead don't
Amid the immutable arrivals and departure of all things, my time
| 12.16.2005 |
5 a.m. — full moon low in the northwest sky where sun can't go these days
2 p.m. — wind streaming through curbside gingko, gold leaves shimmering 12.15.2005 What was is not now, this keeps happening
Full moon moves slow, steady, as we sleep
| 12.14.2005 |
The cold cold came so suddenly the bright bougainvillea's bright in it
The cold hazy, the earth dry, air not moving, sun not warming
| 12.13.2005 |
Brainstem thinking hibernate through this pale December light
Flesh craving red heat and touch of other flesh all the frigid night
| 12.12.2005 |
Incompetent leaders dull public joy, destroy common wealth
Tell me again what necessities gave these leaders their place
| 12.11.2005 |
How we live now is improvised, as always
For what's on my plate I've got little in mind
| 12.10.2005 |
Skirt flirt dirt spurt hurt yurt quirk perk jerk lurk murk work fork dork
Shallow wind-blown waves skirt the bay, pattern repeated in difference
| 12.09.2005 |
The President repeats: As our allies stand up we will stand down
Grandpa surprised them with: Well that made my baster stand up
| 12.08.2005 |
Aftermath wind soughs over the house at midnight
The tasks of extinction cannot be absorbed by this world Sound of the ballpoint on its way across the empty sheet
How long we needed the word extinct without knowing it Absence: the structure of feeling what's gone
Language: the structure of absence Joy: happiness that stays after consciousness of happiness
Heaven: home built entirely of words
| 12.07.2005 |
Dreams are not endogenous but their audiences are
Spurts signaled a pleasant descent had fathomed night
That music's awfully gawky for the mood we're in
We follow the label's instruction which is now to sit and wait
| 12.06.2005 |
Though each thing fits in somehow, a few stand out through belonging
The form of the sonata tumbling in a stream belongs to endogenous triumph
| 12.05.2005 |
I said the gone is gone but I’d reconsider
To bracket the weather was clearly premature How did this happen can’t be asked, soon not even where are we going
Your life sits a while with you but can’t stay, you don’t get to ask Who understands flowers, dragged into love, left for the dead
What can be said, in the end wildness comes home to roost 12.04.2005 The Blob was sensational; computers changed everything; sanity evolves
Some good ideas have their day, but every heart knows the night Mostly I wander and gather and try to remember and talk it over
Every thing created, noticed by a Heavenly Eye – like that’s doable 12.03.2005 I was thinking I used to think time’s necessary, now now’s its own frontier
It's a long time since we’ve had a New Frontier, could this be the last gasp? Over by the burnt orange sweaters from that season, that season’s dreams
Oil futures fluctuate, viruses spread & fluctuate, fecundity’s irreversible
| 12.02.2005 |
After a rainy week, two black ants wander in the sink's scree of poppy seeds
When we step outside to seize the day, there's a new set for the next act
| 12.01.2005 |
Misread better for butter in fat light that rarely lingers in December
Rain allows green that allows winter light to be loud as well as naked
| 11.30.2005 |
We never made it to the cemetery but we never stop burying the past
Today cement of these steps, tomorrow cement of cemetery monuments
| 11.29.2005 |
Rain returns in a mostly whispered tongue after long, hot autumn
The deer like the loquat, the people pick the pear
| 11.28.2005 |
Old beauties grown cold have vanished, and now the cold beauties
Ribbon of silk ribbon of surf ribbon of cloud ribbon of stars ribbon of words Ribbon of dream ties up the days piled on your head
Grown short, the days keep shedding their skin of light A pile of things to save, a pile to forget, it comes to that sometimes
Lying in bed heart pumps under feathers, into springs, through memories 11.27.2005 One after another, day by day, what do these horizons of words add up to?
Everywhere time's ongoings, what's not ongoing's gone or dead or both
| 11.26.2005 |
Give thanks: in order for you to live many things must perish
Blood-stained bed of belief; the blood that cleanses Hey Dude, he taunted, to take life seriously you gotta take death seriously
You laugh, but nothing's as predictable as the long, long silence of forever What you try to get your mind around, you can't circumscribe or circumvent
What comes after people will be the actual gods, without any acolytes All the fuss thinking needing to find the way is a must
A lot of the loot was not what you thought you'd got The dogs of death and duty don't sleep, they growl, watch those teeth
To prepare to cross-over, believe what you believe and stop there
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