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
Bewilderment
  New Poems and
  Translations
  One Two Three Four Five
  [fragment]
op. cit.

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.

Frank O'Hara

Donald Allen, editor

Poems Retrieved

  Light Cavalry

  [fragment]

1953

City Lights Publishing

San Francisco

2013©

Jamie Squire

  Maximum Security

  and trainer,

  Churchill Downs

May 4th, 2019

Getty Images©

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.