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"Never have I seen one woman in whom every social grace was so lacking. Did I say she was primitive? I retract that. She's feral!"--Walter Matthau as Henry Graham in Elaine May's A New Leaf
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Saturday, May 7, 2005 |
From Charles Simic (Jackstraws, Harcourt, Brace, 1999):
Mystic Life
lifetime's solitary thread
It's like fishing in the dark,
If you ask me:
Our thoughts are the hooks,
Our hearts the raw bait.
We cast the line over our heads,
Past all believing,
Into the starless midnight sky,
Until it's lost to sight.
The line's long unravelling
Rising in our throats like a sigh
Of a long-day's weariness,
Soul-searching and revery
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One little thought against
The supreme unthinkable.
How about that?
Mr. Looney Tunes fishing in the dark
Out of an empty sleeve with a mourning band on it.
The fly and the spider on the ceiling
Looking on, brother.
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In the highest school of hide-and-seek,
In its vast classroom
Of smoke and mirrors,
Where we are the twin dunces
Left standing in
The darkest corner.
Our fates in the silence of a mouth
Of the one
Who hath no image,
Glistening there
As if moistened by his tongue.
*
It takes a tiny nibble
From time to time.
Don't you believe it.
It sends shivers down our spines
In response.
Like hell it does.
There's a door you've never noticed before
Left ajar in your room.
Don't kid yourself.
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The songs said: Do nothing
Till you hear from me.
Yes, of course.
In the meantime,
Wear mirror-tinted
Glasses to bed
Say in your prayers:
In that thou hast sought me,
Thou has already found me.
That's what the leaves are
All upset about tonight.
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Solitary fishermen
Lining up like zeroes--
To infinity.
Lying in the shade
Chewing on the bitter verb
"To be."
The ripple of the abyss
Closing in on them.
Therein the mystery
And the pity.
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The hook left dangling
In the Great "Nothing."
Surely snipped off
By XXXXXX's own
Moustache-trimming scissors ...
Nevertheless, aloft,
White shirttails and all--
I'll be damned!
2:51:18 PM 
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Big Picture, 10:30 a.m.
10:56:36 AM
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A long sleep, such weariness.
At 7:30 I saw the water had receded two feet.
At 8, down ten.
The clouds made an opening for the sun at 9.
Four geese paddled around the flooded pasture, happy.
The llamas, calmer today, stay up in the junipers.
The fences are gone from three sides of their enclosure.
The big pond has a gap now where the waters streamed over all yesterday.
The great heavy clouds move on rapid currents, eastward.
I'll have to fashion slings to carry hay if I have to do much slipping along the slope to the dry feeding place.
N. will drive me out from his side of the torrent so I can mail my book orders, fetch my paycheck, send rent and deposit to North Carolina, as promised, though late.
I don't know how I'll keep the llamas here once the water level falls.
I hope tomorrow's predicted storm is an unreliable rumor.
Today's photos here.
9:30:45 AM
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