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Spellbound
The brain embroiders what
the mind cannot know
when the mind cannot know.
Trojan Women
He stretched his arms towards
his child, but the boy cried
and
nestled in his nurse's bosom,
scared at the sight of his father's
armour, and at the horse-hair
plume that nodded fiercely from his
helmet. His father and mother
laughed to see him, but Hector took
the helmet from his head
and laid it all gleaming upon
the
ground. Then he took his darling
child, kissed him, and dandled
him in his arms, praying
over him the while to Jove and to all
the gods. "Jove," he cried,
"grant that this my child may be even
as myself, chief among the Trojans;
let him be not less excellent
in strength, and let him rule
Ilius with his might. Then may one
say of him as he comes from battle,
'The son is far better
than
the father.' May he bring back
the blood-stained spoils of him
whom he has laid low,
and let his mother's heart be glad."
Tron
y'all are d0ne f0r
reckless feckless
cowboy-up monsters
un(like) Frankenstein
you're damned
by your creator
to bump your way
through virtual life
Man Who Came to Dinner
just as we expected
God is like Jimmy Durante
full of trickery and loathing
eager to assuage
eager to tease
even the best looking of us
will have to watch our backs
because he is ready to poke
or prod us to wrong right
actions we haven't blocked
scripts we'll never memorize
and when we're not looking
he'll have pharaoh's coffin
at hand to use as a phone
booth for our last call
Steel Magnolias
Today, there is
an emptiness
inside me
because some
of you people
love money
more than red
velvet cake.
Witches of Eastwick
all your charms
are babies' arms
and all your legs
are stiff beaten eggs
swirled to milt
baked to angel silk
and all your sweets
are linked meats
and all your cars
are fine Roman stars
hitched to Maypoles
launched at Newport's
lights and all your jealousy
can bind my hinds
can bait my bears
and seize wolverines
and all your charms
are baby's arms
ringing my neck
to strangle me
Secret of Roan Inish
who was snot green
and held up to the moon
who was born in Pisces
with scales on elbows
and webs between fingers
bowlegged from plowing
knees shot from puddling
who's born on the cusp
of Aquarius with kidneys
afloat and bladder ill at ease
or clogged and pinched
and screaming from stones
unwilling to whiz
who's wed to the sea
to salmon and kippers
to surf and to turf
whose father caught fish
by wading into rivers
out far out deep
stringers of trout
and redfish clipped
to his boots
who swam along shore
sat in thunder
watched devil rays'
tails swinging
skin on the shingle
liquid dream
green
Spartacus
Marching home from the harvest,
crosses to greet them on every side.
Quo Vadis
we cowered in the boat's bottom
and waited for the storm's passing
God on the water walking toward us
spreading his hands to hide lightning
from our faces
I shook
we were all wracked
and there was no bravery among us
Beautiful Mind
economy as an abstract becomes an entity apart from human intention as it reacts to human manipulation in unsuspected ways and hence the whole notion of influencing the economy has a connotation similar to teasing a dragon and as a result the economy can be thought of as an entity whose future actions may be predicted by looking at forces that push it in certain directions and those forces are described using bestial religious martial metaphors such as bleeding edge bear bull fall black friday head-hunting firestorm and because we have elevated economic concerns above other concerns we tend to describe issues in terms of their effect on the economy as though economic results are evaluations in and of themselves so how may one choose first the way to live second the way to evaluate it
Man Who Fell to Earth
once upon a time we watched Bowie
slink across the wall at DC Space
search for a clear glass of still
water and let his mind wander
back to that barren sandscape
that might have been Mars or Mojave
whichever he's just escaped or abandoned
as the first trans trans hermaphro
spacedude allowed to splash himself
onto 35mm without priors or bona
fides to represent his talent as strictly
celeb no vita attached nor no resume
backing a headshot presented to Warners
et Fils instead spread out pistol forth
and glass backward waiting to be
filled at some trough deep in the desert
like another alien in "Petrified Forest"
Leslie Howard he returns love for lead
Woman of the Year
We know Kate and Spencer
as we know the swifts
hidden in our attics.
Dogtown and Z-Boys
Poor Jay, poor, poor
Jay--chakata, chakata, swoop
--sweet Jay, sweet Jay, swoop.
Road to Bali
This cricket chirps twice
from our fake ficus
'til I can find and crush it.
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