Illustration: "A PARTY OF THREE OLD MAIDEN LADIES,
WITH THREE DOGS AND TWO CANARIES."
She has great sweetness and self-containment in her small, wrinkled, yellowish face;
always quietly polite and grave, she bubbles deliciously at any joke,
and gives affection sagaciously to those who merit.
"But I am not sure--"
"Now, do it!"
A Power higher than his had arranged this as their first encounter,
and would not have taken the trouble to bring him to her here,
if the meeting were to end in ignominy or disaster.
Far, far away is the Home base small:
There, it passes through
I do not know what is going on there
Coniferous broadcloth enough,
The wind whirl, rapids foam
Natural work to thank.
There, all the ancestors Lived and died.
I was there, then there enter.
It is a blue flower there; Big sinner clock.
Suddenly you hear a crack ... What is that? What ...
"You would not wish to tell me something?"
"Yes, a whole lot of things."
They reject the measure as a whole.
"It skinkled in the sun"
I do not say that the bad results outweigh the good,
but believe they must be considered.
Monday, August 17, 2009
Monday, July 13, 2009
social issues
Was it an omen of the future for the West?
Poor Prince Hyacinth!
Later the "tank" became untenable and the crew were forced to abandon it.
The latter accused them of being obstructionists, wasting time in discussing and theorizing when the country needed action.
Most were killed in the Upper Room where they had fled, and blood flowed down the hall as Rain from a rooftop.
You see any amount of fun and excitement, draw big prize-money in addition to your regular wages, and, better than all, you run no sort of risk.
"Go to it, baby," commanded Trevor to his wife, as a rich negro melody began to fling its invitation against the roaring call of the ocean, and at his word Simone rose from the seat of Mrs. Trevor and slid out into the cleared space at the head of the steps.
While the coffee trees are growing and during the time that will elapse before the planter receives returns from his investment, it would be a wise thing for him to plant such things, as will not only provide the greater part of the food for himself and family, but may also yield a moderate return in money.
Those paths could not be explained by all the physicists and all the astronomers in the Five World Federation.
Have not had to think of Arabs, and then thought on the farms, he thought the sea, thought about what the hell man!
What happened by now, also happens out there.
Poor Prince Hyacinth!
Later the "tank" became untenable and the crew were forced to abandon it.
The latter accused them of being obstructionists, wasting time in discussing and theorizing when the country needed action.
Most were killed in the Upper Room where they had fled, and blood flowed down the hall as Rain from a rooftop.
You see any amount of fun and excitement, draw big prize-money in addition to your regular wages, and, better than all, you run no sort of risk.
"Go to it, baby," commanded Trevor to his wife, as a rich negro melody began to fling its invitation against the roaring call of the ocean, and at his word Simone rose from the seat of Mrs. Trevor and slid out into the cleared space at the head of the steps.
While the coffee trees are growing and during the time that will elapse before the planter receives returns from his investment, it would be a wise thing for him to plant such things, as will not only provide the greater part of the food for himself and family, but may also yield a moderate return in money.
Those paths could not be explained by all the physicists and all the astronomers in the Five World Federation.
Have not had to think of Arabs, and then thought on the farms, he thought the sea, thought about what the hell man!
What happened by now, also happens out there.
Sunday, July 12, 2009
Saturday, April 11, 2009
privilege
It is certain that we knew it,
in the sense of local need and local routine.
There are weather and people baked scarce
in and around the year.
The year has relatively few practitioners.
There may be no hardscrabble, anonymous hands
with which to take up highly skilled professionals.
They learned something on short acquaintance
in the sense of local need and local routine.
There are weather and people baked scarce
in and around the year.
The year has relatively few practitioners.
There may be no hardscrabble, anonymous hands
with which to take up highly skilled professionals.
They learned something on short acquaintance
Thursday, April 9, 2009
aesthetic
faith stopping short
I am their teacher
I half wish I was a scholar too
I don't know much about illuminations
I fetched the scarf and set out
faith closed the gate
which will not interfere with the shore
Are you in earnest?
You prefer some other road?
it's beautiful and I like it very much
they opportunely passed at the entrance
"my mother, I am gone to take a walk on"
the way was down with few trees
a house, small and unnotable
the moon, near full though not high
less picturesque, no strong lines or
points to be made
beauty lay in the details
which could not light up
colours of waving tints were lost now
shrunk into the thrifty field
hardly soft glimmer faint lighting
of one-sided salutation told of a piece
descended a little steep
to a wooden bridge, bed of a creek
moon now getting up in the sky
little winding piece of water
softly touched out
three and so on
perfume of sandy potatoes
outlines near an end
I am their teacher
I half wish I was a scholar too
I don't know much about illuminations
I fetched the scarf and set out
faith closed the gate
which will not interfere with the shore
Are you in earnest?
You prefer some other road?
it's beautiful and I like it very much
they opportunely passed at the entrance
"my mother, I am gone to take a walk on"
the way was down with few trees
a house, small and unnotable
the moon, near full though not high
less picturesque, no strong lines or
points to be made
beauty lay in the details
which could not light up
colours of waving tints were lost now
shrunk into the thrifty field
hardly soft glimmer faint lighting
of one-sided salutation told of a piece
descended a little steep
to a wooden bridge, bed of a creek
moon now getting up in the sky
little winding piece of water
softly touched out
three and so on
perfume of sandy potatoes
outlines near an end
Monday, April 6, 2009
exercise
fitness superceded
in this world of devices
live through a lifetime of clear exposure
to cold and stiff fingers
how to be steady there?
in this world of devices
live through a lifetime of clear exposure
to cold and stiff fingers
how to be steady there?
nature
these regions
birds or men,
again, color
of the weather.
a blister
pulled by the moon,
although I have watched
at just the right time
or before
and do not need to be told
birds or men,
again, color
of the weather.
a blister
pulled by the moon,
although I have watched
at just the right time
or before
and do not need to be told
Saturday, April 4, 2009
Friday, April 3, 2009
Thursday, April 2, 2009
risk
Suddenly, we have left behind the sometimes loving relationship
with the self-sufficient locality, the shore,
not to be depended on for guidance.
So haphazard at that.
Letting loose, I for one open market.
Did I not have my shelves full of them?
high speed, crowded, risk.
Well, I cannot be self-denying about that.
Do I not accept the mobility?
I complain, yes,
and I might even draw some excitement,
universality, knowledge and communication.
But I am none too wise to my own barbituates and guns.
The truth is my own ignorance,
stretched almost too much for me to contemplate.
with the self-sufficient locality, the shore,
not to be depended on for guidance.
So haphazard at that.
Letting loose, I for one open market.
Did I not have my shelves full of them?
high speed, crowded, risk.
Well, I cannot be self-denying about that.
Do I not accept the mobility?
I complain, yes,
and I might even draw some excitement,
universality, knowledge and communication.
But I am none too wise to my own barbituates and guns.
The truth is my own ignorance,
stretched almost too much for me to contemplate.
Wednesday, April 1, 2009
memory
I had been walking and mentioned a house before the problems of time.
"Remember?" as though it had not been fifteen minutes but months or years ago.
I was -- poor so soaked with news, shielded by the mechanics of despair
Its brutalities know the fit.
"Remember?" as though it had not been fifteen minutes but months or years ago.
I was -- poor so soaked with news, shielded by the mechanics of despair
Its brutalities know the fit.
Tuesday, March 31, 2009
creation
On further I live in boundaries
and add to its store of struggle.
The more I add to my list of things,
the less my interpretations fit the circumstances.
I started here. I built a family. I am not yet sure.
and add to its store of struggle.
The more I add to my list of things,
the less my interpretations fit the circumstances.
I started here. I built a family. I am not yet sure.
Wednesday, March 11, 2009
neurosis repeats
But she remembered how coarse the lamp light was
and the golden heart was plainly its own individual perfection!
Then she did not only come again, all arms, friendly, and see.
But she began to hurt her, only did not be unfriendly.
Ask the lamp which had opened if it had some time or other been hurt:
what if the lamp is a girl, and into the lamp is a girl, and by-and-by
began to let out somehow like the question of whether this was not a whole.
The flower was a whole. The flower was not a girl, and the globe skillfully broken,
though capable of it, might not mean to hurt her, only had the flower some time
or other been hurt: what if she was the bright lamp, she went rolling about,
the lamp itself! The golden heart was no little resemblance between them.
Yes; the whole seemed perfect, as indeed farther off, she might not be
of the bright lamp, she began to let out somehow, like the lamp, and see.
But how different were the eyes not mean to hurt her, only come again,
when she thought of a girl, and it quite well! And it capable of a thousand times,
and spread wide to ask the darkness not to be unfriendly to it. There was no little
resemblance between them. What if the grass was! Perhaps, however,
her eyes had not made it farther, she went on thinking -- she did the time?
And again, when she thought of it, might not only come again, when she thought
of combining with the whole it seemed perfect, as the darkness would bear it all,
the color of combining with the question which had opened it farther. She began
to hurt her, only come again, all the globe skillfully broken was plainly
its own individual perfection! Then she was not a lamp, could not mean
to reflect that, as indeed there was clearly no roof to the bright lamp.
She remembered how different was the lamp, the grass! Perhaps, however,
her out was somehow like the light, and was loving it, made it before,
but every part showed its perfection! If then was the light, then see.
But how coarse the golden heart was...
and the golden heart was plainly its own individual perfection!
Then she did not only come again, all arms, friendly, and see.
But she began to hurt her, only did not be unfriendly.
Ask the lamp which had opened if it had some time or other been hurt:
what if the lamp is a girl, and into the lamp is a girl, and by-and-by
began to let out somehow like the question of whether this was not a whole.
The flower was a whole. The flower was not a girl, and the globe skillfully broken,
though capable of it, might not mean to hurt her, only had the flower some time
or other been hurt: what if she was the bright lamp, she went rolling about,
the lamp itself! The golden heart was no little resemblance between them.
Yes; the whole seemed perfect, as indeed farther off, she might not be
of the bright lamp, she began to let out somehow, like the lamp, and see.
But how different were the eyes not mean to hurt her, only come again,
when she thought of a girl, and it quite well! And it capable of a thousand times,
and spread wide to ask the darkness not to be unfriendly to it. There was no little
resemblance between them. What if the grass was! Perhaps, however,
her eyes had not made it farther, she went on thinking -- she did the time?
And again, when she thought of it, might not only come again, when she thought
of combining with the whole it seemed perfect, as the darkness would bear it all,
the color of combining with the question which had opened it farther. She began
to hurt her, only come again, all the globe skillfully broken was plainly
its own individual perfection! Then she was not a lamp, could not mean
to reflect that, as indeed there was clearly no roof to the bright lamp.
She remembered how different was the lamp, the grass! Perhaps, however,
her out was somehow like the light, and was loving it, made it before,
but every part showed its perfection! If then was the light, then see.
But how coarse the golden heart was...
some sex
At length, in the eagerness of life from what she was drinking, life,
with trembling fingers, for she knew the veil of gold on a sharp-pointed little creature
to be the same that had thrown her gentle force because it open like that
and the rays of whose blackness she was dreadfully rude and make a sharp-pointed
little creature as to the lovely little creature as one of them with trembling fingers,
for she could hang upon her! She tried to herself, to bend and the lamp burned her!
At length, in the shade she began to come awake, but a sharp-pointed little creature
as one of whose blackness she found its golden heart. But she did want,
she found its golden heart. But she did want, she said to themselves a little,
and to bend the sun, and away from what it could hang upon her!
She did want, she knew the night of her hair, and dead already!
She did not at first thing they saw was burned her! At length, in its red tip
and the shade of her hair, but she was afraid she said to force it was, it could not.
Alas! it was. Who then could not. It was. Who then could not.
It carried so cruel to the rays of her head, and perhaps was burned to themselves
a moment's notice revealed that she was burned to themselves a red tip opened
wide into a comfort. Alas! it open like that, and dead already!
She did want, she was afraid she found its golden heart because it open like that.
with trembling fingers, for she knew the veil of gold on a sharp-pointed little creature
to be the same that had thrown her gentle force because it open like that
and the rays of whose blackness she was dreadfully rude and make a sharp-pointed
little creature as to the lovely little creature as one of them with trembling fingers,
for she could hang upon her! She tried to herself, to bend and the lamp burned her!
At length, in the shade she began to come awake, but a sharp-pointed little creature
as one of whose blackness she found its golden heart. But she did want,
she found its golden heart. But she did want, she said to themselves a little,
and to bend the sun, and away from what it could hang upon her!
She did want, she knew the night of her hair, and dead already!
She did not at first thing they saw was burned her! At length, in its red tip
and the shade of her hair, but she was afraid she said to force it was, it could not.
Alas! it was. Who then could not. It was. Who then could not.
It carried so cruel to the rays of her head, and perhaps was burned to themselves
a moment's notice revealed that she was burned to themselves a red tip opened
wide into a comfort. Alas! it open like that, and dead already!
She did want, she was afraid she found its golden heart because it open like that.
Sunday, March 8, 2009
father and son
"Tell me a piece of cinnamon, few leaves of personal affection. That desperate expedient was also a story!"
A drawer of his own in which the gin and tears slime as it was of mind, had an inventive turn of currants black
on the Captain, a Baptist, a charm, for example, 2 kg. of anybody, incautiously stepping upon the long lashes
when she flashed a thing of private advice, and swiftness was averted. He was twenty and thickly smeared over
with a thing of currants and thickly smeared over with any sort of private advice, and he loved. DEER DADDY:
I think there's been foul play, said Poole hoarsely. She really looked almost wild. He is said -- from the spring
to take down all my hand on it, he seems to tell the table. Silent laughter. Why do you expect me to be a
stoneware pot with any sort of currants and the Captain that I will trust you deny? Psychology teaches us
that we are adhered to take down all my uncle. For Dollops, who was possible. But besides being a stoneware
pot with any sort of former creations -- and half human on the table. Silent laughter. Why do you deny it?
Psychology teaches us that I gave it from another received with 4 liters of private advice, and higher life in a
charm, for whoever received it is enshrined. Perhaps they tend to you. It takes for whoever received with 4
grams of the Captain that adhered to the long lashes when she flashed a Manchester economist without asking
why. Do you expect me to have a wealth of the newer and I gave it when I was twenty and the gins and half human
and he loved. DEER DADDY: I AM TAKING CARE OF MOTHER. YOUR LOVING SUN, SUNNY BOY. There is
a Baptist, a look across the future evolution is said -- from the plastic brain of beauty and the light under the newer
and so interfered with 4 cloves, 4 grams of good water life. I think there's been foul play, said Poole hoarsely. She
really looked almost wild. He is enshrined. Perhaps they tend to birth; strange forms born from another, received
in a Manchester economist without asking why. Do you deny it? Psychology teaches us that we are adhered to stop,
and of heavy brown paper, cut into squares, and thickly smeared over with any sort of the papers put away before
A drawer of his own in which the gin and tears slime as it was of mind, had an inventive turn of currants black
on the Captain, a Baptist, a charm, for example, 2 kg. of anybody, incautiously stepping upon the long lashes
when she flashed a thing of private advice, and swiftness was averted. He was twenty and thickly smeared over
with a thing of currants and thickly smeared over with any sort of private advice, and he loved. DEER DADDY:
I think there's been foul play, said Poole hoarsely. She really looked almost wild. He is said -- from the spring
to take down all my hand on it, he seems to tell the table. Silent laughter. Why do you expect me to be a
stoneware pot with any sort of currants and the Captain that I will trust you deny? Psychology teaches us
that we are adhered to take down all my uncle. For Dollops, who was possible. But besides being a stoneware
pot with any sort of former creations -- and half human on the table. Silent laughter. Why do you deny it?
Psychology teaches us that I gave it from another received with 4 liters of private advice, and higher life in a
charm, for whoever received it is enshrined. Perhaps they tend to you. It takes for whoever received with 4
grams of the Captain that adhered to the long lashes when she flashed a Manchester economist without asking
why. Do you expect me to have a wealth of the newer and I gave it when I was twenty and the gins and half human
and he loved. DEER DADDY: I AM TAKING CARE OF MOTHER. YOUR LOVING SUN, SUNNY BOY. There is
a Baptist, a look across the future evolution is said -- from the plastic brain of beauty and the light under the newer
and so interfered with 4 cloves, 4 grams of good water life. I think there's been foul play, said Poole hoarsely. She
really looked almost wild. He is enshrined. Perhaps they tend to birth; strange forms born from another, received
in a Manchester economist without asking why. Do you deny it? Psychology teaches us that we are adhered to stop,
and of heavy brown paper, cut into squares, and thickly smeared over with any sort of the papers put away before
Sunday, February 22, 2009
young man
He exhibited no very marked peculiarities
up to this time to distinguish him from other youths;
but just grew into the conglomerate mass of good, bad
and indifferent qualities which go to make up the ordinary
flesh-and-blood boy--brimful of mischief and
impatient of restraint.
I'll show you that I am well nourished and strong,
ill-bred. I know that I did business with the court.
But what shall I conceive?
He knows that the young prince's Inducements
do not give someone else's ear.
I am not fond of the long trudge considerations,
I Devise its intentions in the depths of the spirit;
And do not care for the obstacles
that I term inhibited explosion.
No... apparently nobody noticed that incident.
But about his political speech,
and the uproar he's making on the Bowery.
They say
the streets were blocked for an hour
... the police couldn't clear them.
To avoid remedies so salutary as yours
is to be a great enemy to oneself.
Beauty is a vanity whose value is questionable, a
varnish disappears suddenly, a flower that dies
when it starts to bloom, a fragile glass that breaks into a
moment, a dubious vanity, varnish, glass, a flower, lost,
broken, dead within an hour.
up to this time to distinguish him from other youths;
but just grew into the conglomerate mass of good, bad
and indifferent qualities which go to make up the ordinary
flesh-and-blood boy--brimful of mischief and
impatient of restraint.
I'll show you that I am well nourished and strong,
ill-bred. I know that I did business with the court.
But what shall I conceive?
He knows that the young prince's Inducements
do not give someone else's ear.
I am not fond of the long trudge considerations,
I Devise its intentions in the depths of the spirit;
And do not care for the obstacles
that I term inhibited explosion.
No... apparently nobody noticed that incident.
But about his political speech,
and the uproar he's making on the Bowery.
They say
the streets were blocked for an hour
... the police couldn't clear them.
To avoid remedies so salutary as yours
is to be a great enemy to oneself.
Beauty is a vanity whose value is questionable, a
varnish disappears suddenly, a flower that dies
when it starts to bloom, a fragile glass that breaks into a
moment, a dubious vanity, varnish, glass, a flower, lost,
broken, dead within an hour.
Saturday, February 21, 2009
call and response
HOW WELL DO YOU REMEMBER?
1. What do some caterpillars do when the season is dry and there is not enough green feed for them?
Write only hungry sentences.
2. How does the fishmoth store up moisture?
Don't listen much to other people's rules.
3. How far can dragonflies go in their search for food?
We are living in the incalculable. Passport may not work.
4. How are the bees in the desert different from our honey bees?
Don't bottle honey in long-necked jars unless you own a very long spoon.
5. How long can bee larvae live in their cells during dry years?
Wake again into the wake of watchfulness.
6. When will scorpions attack and sting?
When the government rules it can read your laptop, take up cryptography and resistance.
7. How many legs has a spider?
How many times can books talk about books? How many stars in the starry sky?
8. What does a black widow spider look like?
Let the mite live. Let the girl become literate.
1. What do some caterpillars do when the season is dry and there is not enough green feed for them?
Write only hungry sentences.
2. How does the fishmoth store up moisture?
Don't listen much to other people's rules.
3. How far can dragonflies go in their search for food?
We are living in the incalculable. Passport may not work.
4. How are the bees in the desert different from our honey bees?
Don't bottle honey in long-necked jars unless you own a very long spoon.
5. How long can bee larvae live in their cells during dry years?
Wake again into the wake of watchfulness.
6. When will scorpions attack and sting?
When the government rules it can read your laptop, take up cryptography and resistance.
7. How many legs has a spider?
How many times can books talk about books? How many stars in the starry sky?
8. What does a black widow spider look like?
Let the mite live. Let the girl become literate.
call and response
THINGS TO TALK ABOUT (or Leading Questions)
1. Do you think the boys were brave to go into the tunnel?
Birds of a schnozzle flock to the nozzle.
2. Do you think Judge Dyke was generous to the boys?
Don't bottle honey in long-necked jars unless you own a very long spoon.
3. For what four things did Dan think they could use the money?
A book: transparent pages, opaque letters, and errata.
4. How did the judge say the boys could stop Chase from foreclosing on the mortgage?
When flooded with shame, endure.
5. Do you think what Tecopa said the first day he met Steve is going to prove to be true?
Thinking is a problem in knowledge.
1. Do you think the boys were brave to go into the tunnel?
Birds of a schnozzle flock to the nozzle.
2. Do you think Judge Dyke was generous to the boys?
Don't bottle honey in long-necked jars unless you own a very long spoon.
3. For what four things did Dan think they could use the money?
A book: transparent pages, opaque letters, and errata.
4. How did the judge say the boys could stop Chase from foreclosing on the mortgage?
When flooded with shame, endure.
5. Do you think what Tecopa said the first day he met Steve is going to prove to be true?
Thinking is a problem in knowledge.
call and response
THINGS TO TALK ABOUT
1. How do we know that the desert was once covered by the ocean?
Assume it is thirsty; give it a drink.
2. How were mountain ranges formed?
Look down. Look down, your teeming site
3. How were canyons and valleys made?
There are red and yellow and blue. Then there is the unidentifiable "sad."
4. How were the lakes in the Mohave region made?
Hold out the cup of dust; show it to those who control water.
5. How did it happen that the lakes disappeared?
Hold out the cup of dust; show it to those who control water.
6. How were the veins made?
One one-off at a time keeps people in line.
1. How do we know that the desert was once covered by the ocean?
Assume it is thirsty; give it a drink.
2. How were mountain ranges formed?
Look down. Look down, your teeming site
3. How were canyons and valleys made?
There are red and yellow and blue. Then there is the unidentifiable "sad."
4. How were the lakes in the Mohave region made?
Hold out the cup of dust; show it to those who control water.
5. How did it happen that the lakes disappeared?
Hold out the cup of dust; show it to those who control water.
6. How were the veins made?
One one-off at a time keeps people in line.
call and response
THINGS TO TALK ABOUT
1. What do the dry lakes or playas tell us about this country long ago?
The beyond is in two places: here and there.
2. Do you think the playas will be important in this story?
One can never stablize the line of signs.
3. Are there many ghost towns in the West?
Economic bulimia equals social anorexia. But who is gathering up the vomit?
4. Have you ever heard any other stories of mining camps like the story about Hyena House?
In the event, perhaps polis, but gendered differently.
5. Do you know any other stories about dogs who stuck to their duty?
Can complexity be fathomed without personification?
6. Do you believe there are ghosts?
Better to have agon and discovery than the guidance of beneficent spirits.
7. If you don't believe in ghosts, what do you think was making the noise in the Chauncey mine?
Pitch knaves.
1. What do the dry lakes or playas tell us about this country long ago?
The beyond is in two places: here and there.
2. Do you think the playas will be important in this story?
One can never stablize the line of signs.
3. Are there many ghost towns in the West?
Economic bulimia equals social anorexia. But who is gathering up the vomit?
4. Have you ever heard any other stories of mining camps like the story about Hyena House?
In the event, perhaps polis, but gendered differently.
5. Do you know any other stories about dogs who stuck to their duty?
Can complexity be fathomed without personification?
6. Do you believe there are ghosts?
Better to have agon and discovery than the guidance of beneficent spirits.
7. If you don't believe in ghosts, what do you think was making the noise in the Chauncey mine?
Pitch knaves.
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