Sunday, May 1, 2016

A trip to visit family and friends and the new Ripley's Aquarium Of Canada, Toronto

split like spun 
glass, move themselves with spotlight swiftness
into the crevices— 
in and out, illuminating 

turquoise sea 
of bodies. The water drives a wedge 
of iron through the iron edge 
of the cliff; whereupon the stars,"

from The Fish
by Marianne Moore

"Ancient as ocean’s shifting hills, who in sea-toils

Travelling, who furrowing the salt acres
Heavily, his wake hoary behind him,
Shoulders spouting, the fist of his forehead
Over wastes gray-green crashing, among horses unbroken
From bellowing fields, past bone-wreck of vessels,
Tide-ruin, wash of lost bodies bobbing
No longer sought for, and islands of ice gleaming
Who ravening the rank flood, wave-marshalling,
Overmastering the dark sea-marches, finds home
And harvest."

from Leviathan
by W.S. Merwin

Wednesday, April 27, 2016

"I've seen you watching people

walking through this world
seen what they do to try and make it through each day.
Don't be alarmed there's something
out there waiting just for you someday.

from Everybody Cries
as performed by Jim Cuddy

Sunday, April 17, 2016

“Where, as again Vaughan writes, the liberated soul ascends, looking at the sunset towards the west wind, and hearing secret harmonies.” 

from Temporary Kings
by Anthoney Powell

Tuesday, April 12, 2016

“There was still distance to travel, but I was on the way to drawing level with Mr. Deacon, as a fellow grown-up, himself no longer a figment of memory from childhood, but visible proof that life had existed in much the same way before I had begun to any serious extent to take part; and would, without doubt, continue to prevail long after he and I had ceased to participate.” 

from A Buyer's Market
by Anthony Powell

Saturday, April 9, 2016

"By words the mind is winged."

from The Birds
 by Aristophanes 

Friday, April 8, 2016

"Centuries are nothing but what we make of them, 
figments of the rage for order."

from intro, interzone The 4th Anthology
by John Clute

"We seek to stay in the present, even as the ghosts 
attempt to draw us away. Our father manning the
loom of eternal return. Our mother wandering towards 
paradise, releasing the thread."

from M Train
by Patti Smith

Thursday, April 7, 2016

I see trees of green, 
red roses too. 
I see them bloom, 
for me and you. 
And I think to myself,
what a wonderful world. 

I see skies of blue, 
And clouds of white. 
The bright blessed day, 
The dark sacred night. 
And I think to myself, 
What a wonderful world. 

The colors of the rainbow, 
So pretty in the sky. 
Are also on the faces, 
Of people going by, 
I see friends shaking hands. 
Saying, "How do you do?" 
They're really saying, 
"I love you". 

I hear babies cry, 
I watch them grow, 
They'll learn much more, 
Than I'll ever know. 
And I think to myself, 
What a wonderful world. 

Yes, I think to myself, 
What a wonderful world. 

Oh yeah.