Monthly Archives: May 2012

The Divine Willy

We must take the current where it serves or lose our venture.

–William Shakespeare

Today’s Squash Prose Opening of a Novel #1

Con Carne sat in the high swillery incessallating his steaming lardigos. Switch Muffin watched Jon’s bulging bandicoot from the safety of the skool sullivent, oxing goosily as she thought about the jam hook she wanted to sail along the pented marnicals of his upper dorset. A gilasander mesaundered by but she ignored his pouting armature. She had bigger flogs to codify.

Dinétah

Dinétah earth
settles
in loud creases

of urban lingo
sounds like Navajo some days
but like English on Sundays.

–Vanaya Yazzie, Navajo artist and poet

today’s journal entry

Reading Bob Dylan in America, I remember that Dylan sees around corners. He realized ten years ago that Americans were becoming besotted with virtual reality and that the real mccoy was in danger of becoming quaint, even obsolete.

Korean Sijo Poem

동지달 기나긴 밤을 한 허리를 버혀 내여
춘풍 이불 아래 서리서리 넣었다가
어론 님 오신 날 밤이여든 굽이굽이 펴리라

I will break the back of this long, midwinter night,
Folding it double, cold beneath my spring quilt,
That I may draw out the night, should my love return.

– Hwang Jin-i (1522–1565)

My Heart Speaks Russian

 

«Моя голова говорит по-английски, моё сердце — по-русски, и моё ухо — по-французски.»

–Nabokov

New Bathroom

Burnished stones
in a bright closet

tulip flavored eyes of tile
& streaming chrome

Brushed leather and fleece
against dimpled knees

joints dovetail high
in the swaying daffodils