Same leaf shadow on leaf, looking from the outside in and then the inside out.
Monday, August 31, 2009
Monday, August 24, 2009
In the practical, it's not ideal to post a poem and then hope it finds a journal home, to post is to publish to a degree. whereas after publishing a poem somewhere, posting it is fine too. So for efficiency, why not only post poems that have been published, and save the sweet young things at home? Because sometimes something new gets stuck in my head and I just want to say it out loud and show it to friends so much that I sacrifice its future upon my desire. What desire? I wonder, and guess it is a desire for communion. Which reminds me of the subject of the poem.
A Marriage of Love and Independence
When in disgrace with fortune and men’s eyes
When in the course of human events it becomes
I all alone beweep my outcast state
necessary for one people to dissolve the political bands
and trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries
which have connected them with another and to assume
and look upon myself and curse my fate
among the powers of the earth,
wishing me like to one more rich in hope
the separate and equal station to which the Laws
featured like him, like him with friends possessed,
of Nature and of Nature's God entitle them,
with what I most enjoy contented least
We, therefore, appealing to the Supreme Judge of the world
Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising,
for the rectitude of our intentions, do, in the Name,
Haply I think on thee,--and then my state
and by Authority of the good People of these Colonies,
(Like to the lark at break of day arising
solemnly publish and declare, That these united Colonies
from sullen earth) sings hymns at heaven's gate;
are, and of Right ought to be Free and Independent States
For thy sweet love remembered such wealth brings
That then I scorn to change my state with kings.
Saturday, August 15, 2009
Tuesday, August 11, 2009
Monday, August 10, 2009
Sunday, August 9, 2009
every 44 minutes or so a cannon would go off and the children would go running at their mothers. fun!
Wednesday, August 5, 2009
Devious formulations. Let my epistemological nightmare be your good fortune.
Monday, August 3, 2009
Saturday, August 1, 2009
Here a boy learns about science. That's the sea horse in a bowl of water and a Brooklyn Bridge Parks Conservatory midriff.