Monthly Archives: October 2010

This morning’s catch

An urban coyote, a Russian fisherman, and a calm river.

today’s quote

“Immature poets imitate; mature poets steal.”

T. S. Elliott

Today’s Poem

The moon
does not blame its silence
on smaller stones.

–anonymous poet on

No balm in Gilead

Listening to Jon Stewart question president Obama last night about the timidity of Obama’s healthcare reform, I was proud of Stewart’s ability to step in for the prophet when all we hear over the public airwaves are the scarecrows of retail politics: “Is there no balm in Gilead? Is there no physician there? Why then is not the health of the daughter of my people recovered?” Jeremiah 8:22

Buzz Aldrin says…

Buzz Aldrin says NASA should send people to mars and leave them there, like flowers stuck in hardpan or the fish that winter over by burrowing into the mud.

Ok. Show of hands.

Who wants to go first?

I hear the Martian summers are beautiful–like the Mojave desert in August, if the Mojave were inside a blast furnace.

Oh. No oxygen. So bring your own.
And some sunscreen.

Today’s moment of zen

Cycle Time

Cycle Time

At the end of the Edmund Pettus bridge
in Selma Alabama
where they beat
Martin Luther King’s marchers
until some were unrecognizable,
now sits a coffee shop
where you can get
a great latte.

Where they castrated and hung
the striking IWW workers
from the bridge
in Centralia Washington,
you’ll find a mall
of discount stores.

And at the Foxconn factory in Taiwan
where they built the iPhone
I am writing this poem on,
and where the bosses hold rallies
to try and stop
even more workers
like Nan Gang
from committing suicide,
you’ll find the factory
where they built
the iPhone
I’m writing
this poem on.