Sparrow

 

  

  

  

A young sparrow landed on my bike and hung out in our hands for a while. We fed her sesame seeds and water, and tucked her away in a mesquite tree. Animal control said she was probably learning how to fly.

Memorial Day

 

  

  

  

  

  

  

 

 

  

  

  

 

Some of my favorites are the colors hot pink, turquoise, purple, and chicken

A kind of strange oblivion has overspread me, so that I know not what has become of the last year, and perceive that incidents and intelligence pass over me without leaving any impression.

--Samuel Johnson

More and more my language appears to me like a veil which one has to tear apart in order to get those things (or the nothingness) lying behind it.

--Samuel Beckett

Marcador de Pintura Opaca // Satan, oscillate my metallic sonatas

Here:

Hunt for mother. 39 degrees. Always
take the lesser. Hunt in groups
then singly, simply. Way down
south we'll hear it in the
eyes. Not here. Location is
important: hunt in
night. Compile. Make lists
of trouser shapes, metal-rimmed
cups, sip, teeth
held sideways,
awkwardly. It's a man-hunt.
It's not a man hunt. Leave it
as it is it is what it is
what it is. Memorize. Shrink.
Is this to grow younger is
this what it means to have
fear. Have some crackers.
I'll never use you again.

On a small-scale rope-bridge

We walk together in a common way.
Art, like death, is brief; life and friendship long.
I do not always understand what you say.
What is, is by its nature, on display.

--James Schuyler, "Poem"

90% of me is you

 

  

  

  

  

  

  

 

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