Saturday, May 11, 2019

Saturday commute clxix: Looking in the morning

On my block there was somebody knew the truth, I think.
Or so I thought. Anyway somebody knew
That trying to tell the truth is looking for somebody.

David Ferry
  New Poems and
  One Two Three Four Five
op. cit.

Wednesday, May 8, 2019

Origins of Wednesday xciv: The inside lane

                  ...    How can I the miraculous scenery
       of my life dissuade? It's the opposite of Sisyphus, and
       will replace my nape, that buttered seat of venery,
       with the prairied shoulders of a friendly hand.

Donald Allen, editor
  Light Cavalry
San Francisco

Jamie Squire
  Maximum Security
  and trainer,
  Churchill Downs
May 4th, 2019
Getty Images©

Monday, May 6, 2019

I read my news

The figure being overlapped by a blue
shoulder in sharper focus, of greater
interest to the photojournalist Scott
Olson for Getty Images, is attending
an event illuminated by the wearer of
the smart silk suit, a New York Senat-
or running for President. The news is
his concentration on the proceedings.

I read my news, for the reason that I
would be uninformed, otherwise. I'm
heartened to know, that whatever hay
may be being made, by fame's shining
on this political event, that out-of-
focus figure attends for my interests.

He's not giving an endorsement. He's
not a passive funnel of the promises
he hears. But he's plainly committed,
with the gold standard of the secret
ballot written on his face - defying
deception, thinking already beyond
himself. He seems to have no fear of
our Electoral College, which is all 
too willing to favor blurring him.