August 28, 2015
August 27, 2015
August 26, 2015
Jeg trenker på brannmenn hele dag.
I think about fireman the whole day.
That's what's in my head.
August 25, 2015
August 24, 2015
We got going on expressions that no longer refer to anything that we know about, such as "dead as a doornail," credited to William ("Piers Plowman") Langland, 1350. Doornails were long used to strengthen doors, being hammered all the way through the board then pounded flat, bent so it would be more secure, a process called “clenching.” This rendered the nail unusable for any other purpose. Thus, the bent nail was commonly called “dead."
Here's a whole bunch more, some of which (more…)
August 23, 2015
August 21, 2015
You can really see the Anglo-Saxon roots of (connection to?) English in it, with many similar words, like hus/house.
I did study some Old English not long ago. (more…)
August 20, 2015
August 19, 2015
I ran a full page (more…)
August 18, 2015
August 17, 2015
Alone with trees
What should my life be?
I ask that more now
than I did at 20
Is it too late to run away?
At 20 I knew:
live in country
I am no longer sure of anything at all
I’m on a train in Spain
August 16, 2015
* Robert Johnson, King of the Delta Blues Singers
* Babe Ruth, Sultan of Swat
* Elvis Presley, King of Rock & Roll, or simply The King. Which makes me remember that Barbara Barg (who's from Arkansas) wanted to make a t-shirt with his picture & "I speak the King's English."
August 14, 2015
August 13, 2015
do you need to know every thought
between every thought
between doing & being
Alisa squirts tomato all over Robyn
I eat cheese, olives & an orange
it’s gone from 16°C to 21°C
not only do I not know everything
I don’t know simple, basic, useful, grounding
who’s that actress? what was she in?
who wrote that book
August 12, 2015
Food so-so but otherwise Pangea is a lovely, friendly place to hear live music.
Every day I am struck by how lucky I am.
August 11, 2015
Barcelona: New Orleans meets San Francisco meets Paris meets Berlin… on the Mediterranean!
The Palace of Music, a library of women’s studies, the Cultural Center of Catalan history where we have thick hot chocolate and Merce explains she isn’t a “Catalonia über alles” patriot (more…)
August 10, 2015
And then Johnny and I went there yesterday. We did exactly the same trip so I knew how to do it and didn't get nervous or even take a pamphlet of PATH information. We sat on a bench on the Hudson and read our summer's poem (having finished (more…)
August 9, 2015
What forms a people? The sea, the barriers, the ease or not of being fed. Did Spain die off during the plague? What makes a people cruel, sharp with money, musical, grudge-holding? Any individual may or may not be a “type” from her country, but if not, she is “against type” & therefore also typical.
Plane … plane … taxi … taxi … train … taxi … taxi … train … taxi … plane
how can I stop & live?
the words I know are wait & watch
Picasso was made honorary director of El Prado during the Civil War. The Prado reminds me I’m part of hundreds of years of Western civilization.
we are traveling 300 km an hour
August 7, 2015
for Alisa, Robyn, & Merce
I. Train to Seville
Ace writes on the subway
his poems exactly
ours is a 5 & a half hour train
keep going keep going keep going
here comes the coffee truck
solar panels like flowers
behind a field of olive trees
August 6, 2015
I look at this & think about driving to the sea, and beyond, but I guess wherever you live, you just park & do your errands.
I've never been to the Caribbean (more…)
August 5, 2015
August 4, 2015
The New Year's Day Marathon at the Poetry Project won't be the same without Bill sitting in the front row from the first reader till—well, way past my endurance point.
The best picture ever of Bill was the one we took for the 1979 KOFF calendar. "He was magnificent. The light fell onto him like cream onto porridge."
Bill has been part of my poetry world since I got to New York. I've known him well over half my life. I will miss him.
August 3, 2015
In fact it's a 1964 watercolor by Jamie Wyeth "that hints at humbler days in the space program, when technicians rode bicycles to check on the launchpad" and was part of a show, "NASA | ART: 50 Years of Exploration," (more…)
August 2, 2015
Then we do our material along the shore. One kyoshi looked at me: "You're not wet enough."
And then I was.
I came home with achy calves from trying not to fall over as the ground gave way to the waves but loved it (maybe simply because I have soft contact lenses now, so I could see & didn't worry that I would lose my hard ones).