What we could say
is hidden
behind our words
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Archive for May, 2008|Monthly archive page
Sphinx
In art, bad haiku, bad poetry, literature, poem, poetry, seb, writing on 29 May 2008 at 8:26 amheavy wind, but no rain
In art, d. james, literature, poem, poetry, writing on 28 May 2008 at 8:05 amTonight
a violent wind
blows the city
to dust
Trees bend
people squint
as if in bright
sunlight
A haze
envelops the streets
women wrestle their skirts
hair tossed
every which way
A violent wind
shreds the city
tonight
Palm fronds litter
Sunset Boulevard
the homeless huddle
like refugees
in the entryway
of a long abandoned
nightclub
The weather
is the one thing
this town cannot control
(D. James)
Japanese lawnmower
In poetry on 27 May 2008 at 2:30 pmI am mowing the lawn
a blackbird keeps me company
- almost a haiku
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dead-stop
In art, d. james, literature, poem, poetry, writing on 26 May 2008 at 7:00 amSpun out
with nowhere
to turn
Looking for
a piece of mind
Knowing it’s
what we make of it
that matters
But still holding back
giving in to frustration
and wasting countless hours
(D. James)
Precaution
In art, literature, poem, poetry, seb on 23 May 2008 at 6:15 amI am wearing shades
because I am afraid
my eyes might exist
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self-referential riddle #1
In art, d. james, literature, poem, poetry, writing on 22 May 2008 at 7:00 amIf I told you
I wrote this
for the sake
of writing it
Made it up
just now as
the words for
their meaning
and nothing
more
Would it hold
weight …
respond to gravity?
Or do we have
to assign some other
definition to make it
a poem,
something greater
than what it is?
(D. James)
TRACERS (To R. Rauschenberg)
In art, literature, poem, poetry on 21 May 2008 at 11:11 amRobert Rauschenberg has passed away
unfortunately death is not transparent
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silent mind
In art, d. james, literature, poem, poetry, writing on 20 May 2008 at 11:12 amSearching for things
I cannot find
for what
does not exist
All chatter
and clutter
with no way
to turn down
the sound
or change
the channel
(D. James)
No one transmitting
In poetry on 19 May 2008 at 3:12 pminternet line down for 5 days
stuck here with my own words, munching on my dead
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write what you know
In art, d. james, literature, poem, poetry, writing on 16 May 2008 at 4:21 pmnothing
dreaming of silence
In art, bad poetry, bad sex and bad breath, d. james, literature, poem, poetry, writing on 14 May 2008 at 7:19 amTalk talk talk …
words without meaning
phrases that go nowhere
What does any
of this accomplish?
I’d discuss it
but that only
leads us back
to the beginning
(D. James)
Perfection
In art, bad haiku, bad poetry, d. james, literature, poem, poetry, seb on 13 May 2008 at 12:38 pmsun goes down moon comes up
I hold one in each hand
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weather crimes
In art, d. james, literature, poem, poetry, writing on 12 May 2008 at 4:38 amLos Angeles is pointless
under clouds
and cool temperatures
The palm trees
and imported cars
need the glint
to show their worth
It’s harder to defend
this almost-city
when the weather
plays the hostile witness
(D. James)
Double lines
In art, bad haiku, bad poetry, literature, seb, writing on 9 May 2008 at 12:30 pmthe apple-tree is blossoming
the songs of the birds again have meaning
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bring a flashlight
In art, d. james, literature, poem, poetry, writing on 8 May 2008 at 7:30 amHow far down
do you go
before you find
the bottom of your soul?
How deep is it,
how wide?
And why is there no light down here?
(D. James)
Periphery
In art, bad haiku, bad poetry, literature, poem, poetry, seb, writing on 7 May 2008 at 2:38 pmI am writing a poem in my garden
the sun at the periphery of my thoughts
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Nowhere, actually
In art, d. james, literature, poem, poetry, writing on 6 May 2008 at 7:16 amThey talk
and talk
then talk
some more
Saying the most
benign things
about the weather
or what someone else
has already said
I look for silence
But still they talk
and talk
without really saying
anything
In the end
I wonder …
do these words
really get us anywhere?
(D. James)
Liberal
In art, d. james, literature, poem, poetry, writing on 2 May 2008 at 12:00 amI want to live
in a god-less
world
A place where
common-sense
and logic
triumph over
greed
insecurity
fear
and hate
A world that
puts humans
above corporations
where government
works in the interests
of the people,
all the people,
instead of against them
I want to live
in a world
where the truth
is a good thing
where knowledge
outweighs ignorance
Because frankly
I’m tired of hearing
these fantasies rooted
in gross unrealities
of heaven and hell
And I don’t think
it’s possible to move
to a better world
without forsaking
these fallacies of
nationalism
patriotism
and worst of all
religion
You can attack
me all you want
but the truth
will bear out
(D. James)
Fall
In art, bad haiku, bad poetry, literature, poem, poetry, seb on 1 May 2008 at 9:55 amWhen things fall
objects happen
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