Saturday, December 5, 2009

Tiffany Granath Adopts




always return to Don Francisco Madariaga, a country of rivers with solace and reflection, iguanas, independence and tenderness ...


Gauguin at third

officials in a country burns
family time killer. Girls
who carry the beauty of their first
splendors
but then unload their necklaces, rings
deposit their bright windows in a room
relatives.
and Gauguin, avoiding the terrors of the time, enjoy
bays,
maidens of the witch,
hands of the eyes, eyes
hair, eyes
the eyes of perfume.


FRANCISCO MADARIAGA

Sunday, September 20, 2009

Gay Cruising Windsor On

Heron Country John Donne

FOR WHOM THE BELL TOLLS

No man is itself
comparable to an island
every man is a piece of the continent,
a portion of land;
away by the sea if a clod, Europe would lose

as if a promontory.
as if a manor
of thy friends or of thine own were.
any man's death diminishes me,
because I am involved in mankind.
So never send
for whom the bell tolls,
tolls for thee.

John Donne, England-1572-1631

Sunday, September 6, 2009

Joy Of Cooking Buttermilk Waffles

repeating our son to YEATS
















The Lake Isle of Innisfree

I will arise and I will fly, Innisfree and go,
and a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made: nine
grooves bean I have there, a hive for the honey,
and live alone in the glade hum.

And I shall have some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow,
Dropping from the veils of the morning to where the cricket sings;
midnight there is a glimmer, and noon a purple glow
evening full of linnet's wings.

I will arise and I will march, night and day,
hear lake water lapping with low sounds by the shore;
While I stand on the road or on the pavements gray
I hear in the depths of the heart.


William Butler Yeats (Dublin, 1865-1939)

Saturday, September 5, 2009

Leotards For Overweight People

here reminding


Perhaps the world should be in the kitchen
where we talk about the child.
The future is a face, a sweet name
one blood en route to this path.

Love said of a strange way:
crib, diaper, robe.
These commonalities.
Those words white.

The love has grown.
Spring sings in my handkerchief.


JUAN GELMAN

Saturday, July 18, 2009

Cigarette Lighter Toggle Switches

HD





About me turn the wind.

I was at your door

and I know

that you are beyond

further still,

another cliff.



(HD) Hilda Doolittle (1886-1961)

Monday, July 6, 2009

Wedding Dress Sample Sales, Grand Rapids Mi

joaquin, while waiting for Camilo


Nicholas comes in.

When he runs toward me
my weary bones respond
with emotional spasm. So
welcome to this scene
where puppets
were beaten for reasons
much as I do not know.
But anyway catch up to be
the first failure of your life
and your first suspect. Do not bother
in denial, consider this final
as a detail in the course of things,
an accident that will help
leave before I ask for explanations
by this turmoil. I appreciate your arrival
perhaps hide the promise of understanding
what was secret to me,
dark poet heard that rumor does not perceive the
of a coherent system of reality.
Since my last chair
attend to your amazement.
In your eyes voracious
point
prenatal hesitation
of a world that is not mine.
Mine falls apart, stunned
on the rubble of its own center. Dismiss
then my century with mercy.
Now is your chance
of taking care of you and your brain,
while you wake
and my heritage are all your questions.


JOAQUIN Giannuzzi

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wheel


wheel things in the light and at night, turn
furniture, tools, utensils of
weather
creak, creak, its catalog as vast as the sea,
the ghost with pots and pans echoes in
the kitchen,
uncovers a bottle high, line the cups,
umbrellas, shoes, books, guitars and clothes
arrived from the caves, shrouds, necklaces,
objects that have lost their reason,
hit in the chest, on the edge of the wind and lightning
,
insane presence of objects at the edge of man,
surrounding the mysterious source of existence,
prey to hunt, full of temptations
splendid and squalid gifts of the gods,
the Christ with mercy old
dishes and shared the miracle, shared utensils,
blood ties with a pitcher blessed.
Each to their stuff,
heritage of countless subjects,
china, wood, glass, steel, smoke.
Al Pharaoh leave the service of death,
their belongings, perfume bottles, headbands.
many things around our steps
while moving in the ground to
over the coffee.


ENRIQUE MOLINA