Tuesday, November 9, 2010

TO THE RED QUEEN

Who cares if your feelings are hurt? Your feelings are hurt by definition,given your
general disposition to take offense,to ignore the offenses you yourself provoke,and
your almost culinary approach to nursing grudges. What fool would want to keep
track of your moods and feuds,your vapors? Not me! I can't imagine a worse
boredom than caring what you care about,your thwarted eminence in the world,
whether you are intepreted correctly according to your own incoherent rules,
.your pretensions to philosophy! IF most art was as bad as the manual accompanying it,
it would be witless. You do not know how to say what you mean;this is why
"no one gets it"--as if this was the purpose they were put on earth for!There is
a real world with dire necessity and all that it requires in terms of wear and breakage.
Given this,it would be good to begin to show those in your immediate
sphere a little mercy.P

Monday, November 8, 2010

wingspan

a doe has leaped into the underbrush behind me,on the levy adjourning the woods;she hides there,
motionless.
at the same time, the blue crane has spotted me across the pond, under the trees lining the levy;
just at this moment my old dog Cotton halts on a spit on sand at the edge of the pond to sight the
bird;we are each on the string of each other's stillness; no one knows who is the arrow or the bow