For Bill, who proposed the idea, and Simba, who asked specifically… I. One of the fundamental perplexities of life is that joy and pain have such an intimate kinship with each other. On the surface, it would seem that their paths operate as strict geometric parallels, stretching out into infinity without ever meeting. Yet there…
Month: November 2012
The Great Sieve
A brand new one: five stanzas of thirty-eight syllables, nine-nine-nine-seven-four. ♥ EAB The Great Sieve If Truth is a universal force, it is manifest in Gravity: at its best, it unites heavenly bodies so they take orbit ’round each other, their paths set by fascination, by nuclear attraction creating chemical bonds not cut by any…
Brigantines, Bottlenecks, Bruises
I’d forgotten about this poetic triptych of sevenlings I’d written back in early June. It has a specific layout that’s not html friendly, hence the image that you can enlarge with a click. The image is from the painting Marine by Salomon van Ruysdael, actual brigantines not pictured anywhere therein. The full text sans image is below….