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Tuesday, April 12, 2016

2016 diary so far

Inane anecdotes
maybe a turn of phrase
thought up in the shower

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Lost, magnetic money clip--
I saw it after several months
as I stooped to fill an air mattress--
clinging to the metal side of
glass top desk


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Rosemary and thyme
shampoo
a professor's dinner
or popular song?

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Me

Little golden rooster,
tell me your secret

The Rooster

Lift up with your cry
the tombstone of night

[FGL]

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One day on the keyboard

my right hand knew what to do

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To be professor

I don't need biceps


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Two accidents happened at once:

I melted a spatula in the frying pan

I wrote a new song

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There is a season for being pedantic

but this is not it

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Walking out into the street two middle-aged Spanish novelists recall the elegant women of their youth,

movie stars, their mothers and aunts photographed as movie stars

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I want to play jazz piano and have a girlfriend who wears lipstick.

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I relearn the bass line to "Bemsha Swing"

My stubby fingers play fast scales

I buy a notebook for these poems but write them down in the computer instead

Prednisone makes the world seem unreal

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among

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Two sprigs of rosemary plucked
from the sidewalk, squeezed
between fingers. Its smell.
It lasts still, I say every time.

[Miguel Casado]


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Vile coffee shop smooth jazz mix
interrupted by Bach's cello
or Monk!

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Toast:

To bad translations of Rilke that made us fall in love with Rilke

To fountain pens I don't know how to use and soap that slips through my fingers

Clumsy fingers that nevertheless manage to fold the omelette

And figure out all by themselves the fingering to a scale



To amateur talent shows with their unexceptional beauties

To the twenty-thousand breaths of a day and other pointless calculations

Let us not redact or renege, refute or renegotiate

The warmth of April evenings or the taste of a pear

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Feiglure

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Anxiety, old friend,

feel free to come and go, but not to stay

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