What To Believe

What To Believe On our afternoon walk up rue Arago we saw signs of winter passing. Puddles from a recent rain are drying up. Year-end holiday window displays are coming down, one by one. Afternoon sunlight is falling into crevices darkened since before the solstice. Winter’s gripping fears of decline and decay, aging and mortality... Continue Reading →

circulation alternée

Photograph by D Young Street still life with traffic light. November 16, 2017. One of the basic situationist practices is the dérive, a technique of rapid passage through varied ambiences. Dérives involve playful-constructive behavior and awareness of psychogeographical effects, and are thus quite different from the classic notions of journey or stroll. —Guy Debord, Theory... Continue Reading →

Traces reflected

Traces reflected Traces of chalk left on the blackboard After you wipe the wet towel across it Words reduced to a scattering of Broken white lines, curves, dashes A new alphabet for a new language Another wipe obliterates the Nascence of a whole literature Deprives countless struggling writers The source of their anguish. Without a... Continue Reading →

A banc public for Didi & Gogo

A banc public for Didi & Gogo It’s like it’s all arranged This natural corner for a Rendezvous, quiet now But wait & take off yer boots The morning will pass & then The drilling grinding sawing Erupt in the middle of the day What are those people up to No good You say, but... Continue Reading →

The meaning of enigma

If you look hard enough, you’ll find that enigma is rife with meaning. For instance, this: enigma 1.Someone perplexing or puzzling. A word people usually use incorrectly. Flipping out and throwing a shoe across the hall at someone's head, hitting them between the eyes. “Had an enigma, ended up with a riddle.” —The Hives I... Continue Reading →

Cassandra revealed

She heaved the hove of harbingers Weaving droves a-swirling in the sky While tending to the messengers & gleaming silken metaphrases. Heaving the hove above a darkling sea, If ever she had words for anyone She tucked them in her hat & called Them mocking birds. Heaving Harbingers masked as mantises Praying for deliverance wherefrom... Continue Reading →

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