Well, I don't know what's happening here, but I'm trying to go with it. I have two poems, one to make up for playing hooky yesterday, and one for today. Now listen, I realize I've probably been a little precious now and then and I'm trying to turn that around some, but keep some of it, because, frankly, a little precious is okay if it's done with good taste. I'm reading Swann In Love right now, so I'm having trouble staying in the moment because I keep imagining all the energy it took Proust to create those Swann and Odette moments, where they constantly anticipate the other's moves and are also apparently unable to see their own irrationality. Proust presents their minds' workings in all of their dizzying processing which can be appealing, but also saps my energy. So I read a little Cattafi this morning, just to ground me.
Here's my token poem for yesterday.
Midday, June 29, 2009
Fog burns back
as far as the road below the field.
Five black crows.
Hay pale yellow.
No shadows in the green windbreaks.
Each color in the landscape
separate.
Each day I go back inside,
search for something that simple.
And here is today's poem (6/30/2009) Goodbye June
It Must Be Tuesday
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will be used later to examine my disgruntlement
at being asked to explain the meaning of my use of Cheetos in a poem,
which everyone assumed was a poem about that crispy orange snack
that leaves greasy orange dust on your fingers,
so you end up eating orange while you wear orange because the dust stuff stains,
when really it was an analogy for explaining the human act
of merging two distinctly opposite ideas or situations in one thought
in order to understand something else,
for instance just this morning Yahoo listed places where there was breaking news, including Washington, Iraq, Iran, (think crispy)
and above that the list of the most popular current searches for Tuesday
which include Michael Jackson, Farrah Fawcett,
and the get-it-now-only-on-TV guy, Mike (think grease).
I’d stay to counter arguments that popular culture matters
but then you’d have to shoot me. Besides I’m intentionally leaving
this page blank.
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