Tag Archives: poetry
Here lives half a person. The other half is visiting relatives at the half-people’s home for retired fragments. If some of them could club together he’d be pretty good company. After all, everyone has a few extra bits sticking out. … Continue reading
Detecting Poetry In my book The Figure of the Detective I made frequent use of the concept of warm and cool knowledge. What did I mean by that? In a recent book by Steven Weinberg, To Explain the World: The … Continue reading
——————————————————————– Find your reader (again) Who do I write for? Other people or myself? Do I give myself problems to solve and work out ingenious solutions for my personal amusement?. Do i really care when readers don’t understand? — these … Continue reading
——————————————————————– Poetry is dead. They say. I suppose we know what that means. What poetry is, what dead is. Maybe not. When people say something like poetry is dead they mean not buried in the ground, maybe with one of … Continue reading
once (upon a time) or (if) we fall under time upon the tracks of once
Down in the river the fish are making a list of what to pack for the trip. The authentic fish, the old one in the mist, went that way. The trek over the riverbank’s lift is where the real fish … Continue reading
Cold coffee in the microwave, half a once-frozen bagel. Five a.m. There are shrubs needing to go into the ground to hide their roots from the sun. The finches are awake, breakfasting on thistle seeds. Five a.m. There are holes … Continue reading
Marta was one of The People. Everyone is. There’s us, the People, and everyone else, not People. They give us a name in their own language, but that’s not us. Marta’s understanding of the origins of the People was a … Continue reading
From my window waiting train. Watching, which of us is slowest?
Left behind. The others went to find beauty. My scraps of peace become whole.