Riprap by Gary Snyder

Lay down these words ( Read more... )

Saw Identity the other night.  Multiple personality sydrome is always interesting, even if fictional, as Joe says.  Made me think about what would happen if I fissured myself, what particle entities, what avatars, might fly free, find land and walk on their own.

Before, I have been

• The monocled and heartless Critic sitting, Germanic, alone in the ( Read more... )

Something about gray days and old books led me to think about Auntie and Unk, my childless great-uncle and -aunt.

He was short, skinny, eagle-beaked, and mild-tempered.  She was short, dumpling-like, sharp-eyed, and scorchingly blunt.  They both always appeared to be about 70 years old. They lived in a small house in Petersburg, TN, an ( Read more... )

I have been thinking lately that a lot of us -- especially me -- focus so much on what's going wrong in our lives that we often neglect to keep in our palms the knowledge of those things, those people, that really work for us, tickle us, on a daily basis.

I don't want to slide on this:

Tomorrow is my fella's (dom_ino 's) birthday. Because of money ( Read more... )

Master Rub looks askance, nods his ears, hears: Others can't invest in changelings or something imperceptibly slow while he just flat out doesn't believe in numbers. Still he carries a fold-up abacus and scales in his sewn-on pocket. Certainty has weight enough to make beads and arms shake, and so does doubt. If he leans back, crosses one barbed ( Read more... )

Working in customer service -- even in a library -- you come across so many daft brains and unresponsive eyes -- that you can fall into thinking the entire world has forgotten how to think an interesting, crooked line, forgotten how to do anything but use their cash-eye coordination. Depressing ( Read more... )