I have just finished reading The Letters of Arthur Rimbaud, and they have left me very sad, sad for days, in fact, as I trudged through the final, banal, exhausting, bourgeois two thirds of the book. Such a waste! I could gather some telling quotations from the letters of his post-poetic existence, could mine the …
Monthly Archives: February 2011
Valentine’s Day 2011
Alone and homesick among the masses In this rain-grimed city, bejeweled By bail bonds’ neon and carts of tear-streaked cans, I ponder love, without even the cloud-hidden Moon to palely reflect the warmth of your eyes, Smoldering, angry, sick with worry, Or smiling in my mirrored gaze. And I know, love is not a flower …
Hell’s Toilet
The towel I use to dry myself Smells of meat almost spoiled. Humid condensation leeches Brown ichor from wallpapered walls. Athwart an unsteady ignoble seat Ringed with grime and decay, I ponder the spider building his web, Then dash his life away. No small bird to peer within This dank windowless room, Sunk in miasma …
Driving on the Right
I drive on the right-hand side of the road. I do not do this because I believe that there is something inherently ‘better’ about riding to the right of oncoming traffic. I do confess that am habituated to this mode of driving, that it feels somehow more natural, but I do not doubt that if …