Monthly Archives: January 2014

I’m here. I’m waiting. I want.

Posted on January 28, 2014 by nosuchthingasastraightline

I’m here. I’m waiting. I want. I told myself it has to feel good— the goal is the path, the path the goal (I remember suddenly on a city block, years ago a small library I entered only once or … Continue reading →

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the moment, now, this place

Posted on January 19, 2014 by nosuchthingasastraightline

the moment, now, this place you’re in, i wish i could write you something to make you know it because suffused with your attention it will swell almost to bursting like a ripening pear in sunlight till it drops into … Continue reading →

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Why do poets

Posted on January 18, 2014 by nosuchthingasastraightline

Why do poets name things? Gary Snyder knows all the plants in his watershed but I can’t be bothered to look that stuff up. Someone said— but I can’t be bothered to look up who—that talent does what it wants … Continue reading →

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I’m running on the flats

Posted on January 17, 2014 by nosuchthingasastraightline

I’m running on the flats along the water between the San Francisco Bay and the rivers that merge into it on dirt paths through reeds and along a marshy stream in the sun; and ships with deep red hulls and … Continue reading →

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life as art

Posted on January 16, 2014 by nosuchthingasastraightline

what does it mean that I’m watching the starlings on the lawn in front of the marina on this warm and cloudless day—the boats, the piers, the parking lot— while “Jumping Jack Flash” pipes through my ears. Well, it’s my … Continue reading →

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it doesn’t matter if you’re wrong

Posted on January 13, 2014 by nosuchthingasastraightline

it doesn’t matter if you’re wrong it doesn’t matter if you’re fat it doesn’t matter if you’re living in a zoo the giraffe’s neck is way too long— nobody thought that would fly ridiculous creatures float a mile down in … Continue reading →

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the good life is led

Posted on January 5, 2014 by nosuchthingasastraightline

the good life is led from the inside out: pour yourself over the world. be like the sun who dresses the hills in robes of pink; the rain that soaks the cracking earth and calls out the dancing leaves; the … Continue reading →

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