Sunday, November 30, 2008

as i become ever more a derivative of myself
on these pages
a hall of mirrors
trying to catch a glimpse of who i really am
i can't help but remember
an old black and white movie
which was without much of a point to make

like these words i punch away

Thursday, November 27, 2008

i walked to the office today

it was raining

my heart was heavy
so was my mind
with memories of cities

trieste, columbus, chicago, new york,
toronto, london, warsaw, bonn,
cleveland, raleigh and istanbul

and i recalled a simic poem
about his city he walked under rain
with a burning enthusiasm about
a volume of poetry he bought
with most of the money in his pocket

i had the same dread of going back
to my dark lonely room

i was as broke

but i did not belong to a city
and lost my enthusiasm
about my 'shelley'

'model categories' does not evoke
the same impact as
'universe of everlasting things'
for some reason

and the rain

it relentlessly followed me
to the office

Sunday, November 9, 2008

the immutable fabric i am made of
is composed of imperfect stuff
once i read somewhere:
history,
language,
squalid human incident
and dreams

the first three are the
witches which once bore witness
"fair is foul, and foul is fair..."
the last is incapable of
washing the bloody hands of our
individual pasts
knowing perfectly well
"the past isn't dead.
it isn't even past."