Month: November 2015

Out of the Bag

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Poetry

This place as we call it, so full of needs, is the silence turned inside out– a realm of voices and wilderness– as if the crumpled piece of paper with our Meaning written on it couldn’t be found by our groping alone and so the satchel with Everything in it had to be turned over and shaken loose onto the table, spilling out moons and raindrops, car keys, a flock of herons, thresholds and nooks full […]

A Tantalization of String

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Poetry

The string had many ends protruding wantonly from its various epicenters of line, curve and catastrophe, each one of them meriting careful study and consideration, because it seemed very clear to those who dared to look, that a string with more than two ends was surely more than one string, and thus reducible, though simultaneously such logic broke apart upon close examination of the thing itself. Because also, the string was routed upon and through […]

Waving Hello

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Poetry

There are days when the world streams past like a horde of satiated ghosts rushing out the back door of the auditorium– the show here is over–! headed to their various ports of entry before they close. There’s the empty light socket in the train station in Dover that crackles and hisses between 2 and 4 AM, and the crook of an oak tree that’s open for the crescent moon. It never even knew, of course, the […]

Briefly Away… Kinda’

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Course Ideas

Events have conspired to limit my time on-line in the next month or two, to what extent only time will tell. I am working on a small combined heat and power project that is completing construction and will be entering the start-up and commissioning phase, and I will be working at the project site as part of the start-up team. I had hoped to say a few words about this last weekend, but a sinus cold […]