The trouble with poetry is what you think of it, Not a manly art, not a practical art, Not a good use of a grown man’s time, Especially in times of overcommission, Debts of money and time and promises Stacking up against you, Barking while you sleep, Squatting outside the bathroom door Demanding justification for […]
The hotel ghost wanders from floor to floor, Rustling starched sheets, rattling loose windowpanes, Scaring the bejeebus out of an occasional tourist, But she gets no joy from this. A man who saw her claims she’s a lost woman, A murdered prostitute or a forbidden abortion gone wrong; Another declares with absolute certainty She’s the […]
Forty miles an hour up old route 1A, Wending rolling weaving its asphalt path from Boston to Portland, Salem Ipswich Rowley Newbury Freeport Camden Charting our progress less by the miles rolling up the odometer Than by the years proudly proclaimed on tiny little plaques – 1739, 1692, 1891, 1775, 1835, 1831, Mounted to the […]
I dream of barns, Great vast structures a century or so old, Weathered boards painted a noble red or deep blue, Trimmed in white edging and rough stones, Lit from within by the warm, flickering glow Of tableside lamps with stained-glass shades, Coaxing me to linger a while on cracked leather couches, Curled up with […]
Bits to teraflops Twenty-first century art Still something missing (Okay, the haiku schtick is starting to fail me – but this afternoon I was wandering around GameStop and was struck yet again by how much still-untapped potential there seems to be with video games as a medium.)
I briefly wonder If mama knows that ‘gaga’ Is baby for ‘braiiiiiiiins’ (Not traditional haiku form or fodder, I know, but hey – the mental image was too good to pass up. Special thanks to li’l Scott Edge. We’re onto you, buddy.)
Old friend back in town Chicago Comedian Sorry Ken Cubs suck 🙂 (Does an emoticon count as a syllable?)
Four in the morning Abruptly rudely awake Stupid little cat
Berlin or Boston A cold wind, another strange room Where the hell am I (Note: although I have little to no hope that I’ll be able to pull off another 30|30 project, as I did for National Poetry Month in 2007 and attempted in 2008, a man’s gotta try. Since I’m still a little run-down […]
February 11, 2009
8:26 am
The Guardian has a nice piece up at the moment tracing the life and work of Peter Porter, one of my favorite contemporary poets. At the very end of it they include one of Porter’s works, which I’m reposting here to give you some sense as to why I enjoy his stuff: Both Ends Against […]
