Telling stories to ourselves behind ‘artichokes’ lay, on the one hand, my thoughts about Italy Sigmund Freud, The Interpretation of Dreams I love this place, I told him, as I prepared to make something beautiful from fabric and dye. I wanted to take purple and paint ourselves into a small tribe, a tribe of two: [...]
Posts Tagged ‘hightouch’
April 30.
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April 29.
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The strangers At my unblinded windows you tremor into view, semblance to hex my ever-flimsy sleep. In the dark, I go for aspirin or a glass of water, flinch at your pale apparition. You, semblances hexing my always flimsy sleep, you’re nothing but the lamp guarding the neighbors’ drive. I flinch at your pale apparition. [...]
April 27.
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Dear City, It has proven easy to see what you lack: you have no Village nor arrondissements, no Ginza nor after-hours nor flaneurs: where might I sip a Grand Chartreux or find a bottle of absinthe? Not within your limits, and wherever there might be declaiming and disquiet, it’s squared and fenced, like an exhibit. [...]
April 26.
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Song My quarrel with it, from back where it lives etched into vinyl, is how the arranger found it most satisfactory to extrude the tune through a machinery of orchestra, bedazzling it with a million twinkling pizzicati and hushed to a thrill, like a hive of bees. Why? in memory, the instrument was plucked, not [...]
April 25.
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged found poem, hightouch on April 26, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
; deeply within them fundamentally within them the comma nature, though it is useful for many things: to feel the link, albeit subtly; as a sign of snobbery; in Arabic, between two phrases, in which the first phrase causes the second (Ben Jonson was the first notable English writer to use them systematically; so now [...]
April 24.
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Attunement Each time we pass here he stops, turns his nose to the air, or to the poplar over there, or to a phantom cat, to the way they’re building something three blocks away; to how the soil hoists its scent because the worms are having their way with it; to the beer can two [...]
April 23.
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white cake at midnight, wet laundry before bed lunches packed in brown bags, one for you and one for your friend (two stems of red grapes two turkey sandwiches a tiny bag of potato chips and another) (cookies, two) each October, airing out the room with mere socks left each lonelier than the last, me [...]
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged hightouch on April 23, 2009 | 1 Comment »
L’une chante, l’autre pas loves color and shine wants her brain off off off wants the odor of sun in the laundry she hangs in summer searches her children’s faces walks for the joy of it for traces of her own fear feels the grains of lavender plans for her death between her fingers watches [...]
April 21.
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Now, disappear shivering a fire on the beach –a party of us all wet and all of us made at dusk of little more than desire: I sank back into the water: in two weeks I was to be married but tonight I was with my friends, whoever they were, at Rat Beach– (I edge [...]
April 20.
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Torturer’s Triolet As a break from the hours we make you kneel, here’s a box you’re to get in. Now, a bug, or rather a caterpillar, a little furry eel– then we shut the door. We just want you to feel a little panic, a little like your skin might peel off. Won’t you tell [...]
