Reading Rumi, there you are beside my mother’s bed. A whiff of father’s smoke– orange passes overhead. Inside the bureau drawer laughter, a handkerchief of tears feels wintry. Moon night an invisible eye transfigures.
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David Barber from LET ME COUNT THE WAYS: 22 TAKES ON THE POETICS OF LISTS [1] AMMONS, A. R. [Broadside]: Shit List; or, Omnium-gatherum of Diversity into Unity [Winston-Salem, North Carolina]: Privately Printed for Stuart Wright, 1979. Price: $300.00 Unbound. Broadside. Measuring 7” x 16”. A bit of faint creasing else fine. Only 30 copies printed; printed as…
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I was 11 or 12 and my quality time with my father was Sunday afternoons at the Pittsburgh Symphony with William Steinberg in the old Syria Mosque: I was already deep into classical music, and I can still remember the intense joy I felt in communing with Dad about the only thing that mattered to…
Days of meteor rain claws of light scratching the black skin of space silently scraping the hole, the lesion the wound in a memory across a light years of heartbeat. Aching blue moons remember the musing of sorrow. Frozen tears hang around the nebulae. Sad sigh of a dying galaxy still waiting for them to…
I see bullet soft pedalling on knees shoot it extirpate wounds there is no blood no wound, a searing pain wound is in bullet blood is in bullet. Shoot. Weep, they all are. In Afghanistan, India, Kashmir. Weep. Bob Dylan’s weeping. Got the Nobel. The post Weeping (Got the Nobel) | Ananya S. Guha appeared…
Velvet. Of course, they were velvet. That electric silence when they started to part. It was glorious. The curtains beckoned us to other worlds. We were grateful and eager and we walked through. We, the audience, an intrepid newborn community of explorers and optimists. Rarely though, did the film deliver on the curtain’s promise, And…
Most highly respected Professor Nietzsche, sometimes I seem to see you on a sanatorium terrace at dawn with fog descending and song bursting the throats of the birds. Not tall, head like a bullet, you compose a new book and a strange energy hovers around you. Your thoughts parade like enormous armies. You know now…
