- Someone who lives in Michigan asked me to please live in Michigan too
- close, please, the same street even, there's a lot, three acres, not for sale yet, would be two doors down, but...
- I said yes
- she the only reason I'll move to Michigan, not grandchildren who don't exist
- though the day-to-day best sunsets I've ever seen is a good pitch
- The end of (last night's) sunset(s) as good as the full-color middle
- UPDATE! Coal's Law
- The United States of Suppression and Repression
- The television in the breakfast lounge of the Comfort Inn in Chelsea Michigan off, I assume because no one has remembered to turn it on rather that someone decided not to.
- Folks, the United States of America, where children can't go on field trips because they can't afford food
- I knew my days of viscerally despising Hillary Clinton weren't done, to think I pretended it'd been replaced by Joe Biden/DNC/neerapodestas
- UPDATE! Frances has an article on Haiti and Democracy at Truthdig!
- Perfect distractions and fantastical mitigation plans
- I am telling you three times....
- Unearthing the Capitalocene
- The two hunters from last year just walked in, ablaze in orange, neither has yet started yelling at his deer-dresser on the phone
- Maggie's weekly links
- The war that never happened
- { feuilleton }'s weekly links
- The Lost World
- Not moving tomorrow, yo, though planning in earnest starts now
HEIR
Josephine Miles
This gray board fence turns blue in the evening light
And the sycamores reign down upon it their diadems,
And blue and green batter in wood and stems
The stems of light
Their green and golden gems.
At once, out of a million years of energy,
All turn to flesh,—board, gate, and branch—
With that quick sunset wrench
Which seems like chance,
Out of the fashion of an entropy.
If then the flesh is yours, as now it is,
I have lost yard, sunset, and all
Into a mild greeting, and I call
The sunset to your thought, to tell it is
Parent apparent to your rich apparel.
1)that's a good-looking sunset
ReplyDelete2)i liked pinkham's quote from melville in a review of demuth's book on the bering strait
“Nowhere in all America will you find more patrician-like houses; parks and gardens more opulent, than in New Bedford. Whence came they?” Melville asked in Moby-Dick. He knew the answer: “All these brave houses and flowery gardens came from the Atlantic, Pacific, and Indian oceans. One and all, they were harpooned and dragged up hither from the bottom of the sea.”