Wind on tide,
shifting and sorting
shingle on strand
Sand shifts, silt sails,
each to its site
sieved to its size
Tide retreats, leaves
trophies of detritus
in honor of Nike
Idling next come couples
picking pebbles skipped
the day before
Fat wood, bull like
lines the littoral pushed
not yet pulled again adrift
Ice recedes ten thousand years
to come again in another ten
or not at all
Jumbled, fumbled, abraded,
at every [...]
“Sometime in 1638, John Milton visited Galileo Galilei in Florence.”
‘Crazy,’ ‘There Stands the Glass,’ ‘Folsom Prison Blues,’ ‘King of the Road,’ ‘I’m So Lonesome I Could Cry,’ ‘Lovesick Blues.’ If you love country music, those are the stations of the cross, song titles that immediately conjure up not merely the songs themselves but other songs of similar import.”
“What whippersnappers the soixante-huitards were!
Swann’s Way
I don’t want to walk looking into the sun.
Whatever. We’ll go east.
Where are we going?
‘Dunno. Never been there.
When will we get there?
How do I know?
Will they like us?
You mean “me.” Like “me.”
Don’t be that way.
What way?
You know, mean.
I’m not being mean.
Well, you could be nicer.
What are we going to eat?
Anything but fruit.
It wasn’t my fault.
If [...]