Friday, March 14, 2008

When I was just a little girl, I asked my mother, what will I be..?

One day we see that no-one is in control.
  And we shake uncontrollably,
and laugh unconvincingly
  at things that are not funny.

We take the pills.
  Take a prescription, antidote
they widen your eyes and your throat.
  And you feel your brain float.

Thursday, March 13, 2008

106. In a Station of the Metro, by Ezra Pound

It would be so stupid not to include this somewhere in my blog, as it is the single most provoking thing I've ever read, as Blake wrote in his 'Proverbs of Hell': "One Thought Fills Immensity." Here it is, that one thought...

106. In a Station of the Metro

The apparition of these faces in the crowd;
Petals on a wet, black bough.

Ezra Pound (1884)

Tuesday, March 4, 2008

The Highest Form of Flattery

One at a time
Then both together.

The second and the minute hand
in the movement
one minute
    one second 
past twelve.  A

fragment of a movement
light reflected on a strand of hair

Rolling clouds 
   through rotting windows
pass over
    poppy fields.

as a sweet wrapper
roly-polying down the street.

Once removed
as an old puzzle.

Still belonging!
And still, 

the pieces fit together. Both together as a 

remembered child.