|
|||||
|
You know you don’t really want a week off between cross races … you’d have to do stuff like CHORES! or spending time with the FAMILY? It’s time to get the chamois clammy … it’s time to roll in the mud and sand and dirt and grass and snow. It’s time for Clammy Chamois! For [...] AUTUMN GRASSES In fields of bush clover and hay-scent grass the autumn moon takes refuge The cricket’s song is gold Zeshin’s loneliness taught him this Who is coming? What will come to pass, and pass? Neither bruise nor sweetness nor cool air not-knowing knows the way And the moon? Who among us does not wander, [...] PASSOVER “Art is what remains when the pot is broken.” —Chinese proverb I know we are bound to the earth, and the cracked heart, old terra cotta, surrenders to vine. Listen—I’ve seen wind stir the hair of the dead at Belsen, growing like art from the lacing grass; what is terrible, even, rises. The [...] 2008 Utah Cyclocross Series Race #7 November 8, 2008 Wasatch County Fairgrounds 590 South 600 West Heber City, Utah For race #7, the Utah Cyclocross Series returns to the Wasatch County Fairgrounds, in Heber City, Utah … home of mud (either dried, lumpy and hard, or soupy, sticky, and deep) and grass and horse poop! [...] 2008 Utah Cyclocross Series Race #2 October 11th, 2008 Wasatch County Fairgrounds 590 South 600 West Heber City, Utah For race #2, the Utah Cyclocross Series returns to the Wasatch County Fairgrounds, in Heber City, Utah … home of mud (either dried, lumpy and hard, or soupy, sticky, and deep) and grass and horse poop! [...] No, I didn’t forget. ARS POETICA A poem should be palpable and mute As a globed fruit, Dumb As old medallions to the thumb, Silent as the sleeve-worn stone Of casement ledges where the moss has grown— A poem should be wordless As the flight of birds. * A poem should be motionless in [...] EELS – HEY MAN (Now You’re Really Living) Do you know what it’s like to fall on the floor, And cry your guts out ’til you got no more? Hey man, now you’re really living. Have you ever made love to a beautiful girl Made you feel like it’s not such a bad world? [...] Taking Leave of a Friend Blue mountains to the north of the walls, White river winding about them; Here we must make separation And go out through a thousand miles of dead grass. Mind like a floating wide cloud, Sunset like the parting of old acquaintances Who bow over their clasped hands at a distance. [...] |
|
||||
|
Copyright © 2012 flahute - All Rights Reserved
61 queries. 0.812 seconds. |
|||||
