October 2011
3 posts
As long as you
know you don’t know,
not knowing’s not
what hurts,
it’s what
you don’t know you
don’t know that
finally gets
to you, right
in the old
solar plexis.
Philip Booth, Ganglia
And then he would lift this finest
of furniture to his big left shoulder
and tuck it in and draw the bow
so carefully as to make the music
almost visible on the air. And play
and play until a whole roomful of the sad
relatives mourned. They knew this was
drawing of blood, threading and rethreading
the needle. They saw even in my father’s
face how well he understood the pain
he...
The taste
of rain
—Why kneel?
Jack Kerouac, Haiku