just in case you forgot it was me
feelings recently and always
You don’t owe me any apologies, or even explanations. Not even footnotes. Keep in mind to whom ye speake—a natural word-thief in every way. The weird thing about that gang-bang scene, though, is that we BOTH stole it from my tape—which makes me think I should have been a pro football commentator instead of a writer.
—Hunter S. Thompson in a letter to Tom Wolfe (after Wolfe was accused of plagiarizing the gang bang scene in The Electric Kool-Aid Acid Test from a passage describing the same event in Thompson’s Hell’s Angels.)
now. You have been
through the roll-
call of Scandinavian
artifacts, blue stones
washed into shores
called your eyes, for want
of better water, no one
has known what to
say. I see now not
the port but the muscular
the tide, their skin
in taut revolt
throwback for my hydromancer
because of their ‘bracing ventilation’
and ‘a north wind over the edge.’
that surrounded her father’s house on every side,
formed of a kind of rock called millstone grit,
an angry education that shapes the way her characters
use one another. ‘My love for Heathcliff,’ says Catherine,
a source of little visible delight, but necessary.’
Necessary? I notice the sun has dimmed
I turn and start to recross the moor towards home.
What are the imperatives
together and apart, like pores blown into hot rock
and then stranded out of reach
The last time I saw Law was a black night in September.
Autumn had begun,
A chill fragment of moon rose.
He stood in my living room and spoke
he said of our five years of love.
Inside my chest I felt my heart snap into two pieces
it was like burning. I put out my hand
to touch his. He moved back.
But now he was looking at me.
Yes, I said as I began to remove my clothes.
I turned my back because he likes the back.
He moved onto me.
I learned in that one moment
when I found myself
at a man who no longer cherished me.
There was no area of my mind
that could have done otherwise.
But to talk of mind and body begs the question.
stretched like a surface of millstone grit between body and mind,
where such necessity grinds itself out.
Law stayed with me.
We lay on top of the covers as if it weren’t really a night of sleep and time,
like the children we used to be.
That was a night that centred Heaven and Hell,
but he remained limp, although happy. I came
again and again, each time accumulating lucidity,
on the two souls clasped there on the bed
with their mortal boundaries
I saw the lines harden.
He left in the morning.”
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BRING THE BEAR AT THE DOOR OUT & LET HIM SCREAM
I hear President Obama say
he thinks Israel has a right
to defend itself. I think,
Me too, I think,
I want to hear Israel
defend itself today.
I don’t want to hear
the number of rockets
Hamas has fired,
I don’t want to hear about
human shields, I want
to hear the reason why
two hundred Palestinian
children were two hundred
too many, the ways
in which they posed a threat.
I want to hear
how many times you can
bomb shelters and
hospitals before someone’s
scream that this
is no accident
is heard, I want
to hear Israel’s defense
above the noise it makes
while crushing another
nation into silence.
a reading by Palestinian poet Rafeef Ziadah, please watch this.