52 SONGS

everyday, somethin'

Friday, March 27, 2015

38. Detail from "Campo Vaccino," by JMW Turner


37.


Rejected by men, alive
to love, the bridge troll waits
for the yellow-skirted girl
to make her weekly crossing.

Where she goes, what she brings
with her in her bag is unknown.
She sings to herself.
Her baskets and parcels smell good.

He once lived in the woods
in a house made of stone.
Each evening after dark,
he’d sit outside his kitchen window,

enjoying in silence the memory
of scents from the meal he ate.
The warmth of those evenings
suspended his sleepiness.

Before bed he’d kill a deer or bear 
for the next day of meals.
The rest—how that life fell apart,
how he ended up here,

how he used to get what he wanted
and now pines for what
makes him seem to others
monstrous, he can’t recall.

Thursday, March 26, 2015

36. "The Letter Killeth, but the Spirit Giveth Life"



E.g., the woman caught in adultery
the prodigal son
the brother of the prodigal son
the brother watching Sonny from the 
     window watching the street revival
     in "Sonny's Blues"
the father of the epileptic boy, who throws 
     himself in the fire
the epileptic boy
Lazarus
his sisters
the woman at the well
the thief on the cross
Magdalen at the tomb
the people walking on the road
the Ethiopian in the chariot
the Roman centurion sending for Peter
     after Peter saw the animals in the sheet
     descending from the sky
Hezekiah praying for the tribes who ate
     the Passover meal without being purified,
     saying, "May YHWH who is good pardon
     everyone who sets their heart on seeking
     God"
my sons forgiving me
the one time the older one did by
     touching my face
Scott Cairns' "The Spiteful Jesus"
John Berryman's "The Carpenter's Son"
Tom Waits's "Where the Train Goes Slow"
the last scene in Magnolia
the climactic scene in Sense and Sensibility
the blind man who sees people like trees
     walking around on his way to seeing
     perfectly
the woman who bled for twelve years
the man at the pool waiting for the water
     to be troubled by God
the 

Tuesday, March 24, 2015

35. "Museumgoers Think IKEA Painting is Real, Amazing, Worth Six Figures"


Clicking the link
affords a brief, sweet
sense of being
holier-than-thou.
But who isn’t a fraud?
I’m lying now.
What’s wanted in comedy
is commitment
to the bit, hope
mistaken as bullshit.

Monday, March 23, 2015

34. Something Else

The world's oceans appear to be slowing in their circulations.

We are hiring in my department at work and can't agree on a common vision of the future.

I'm struggling to finish a long-overdue writing project.

It's the end of the give-your-money-to-strangers'-non-profit-enterprises-in-hopes-they'll-choose-you-and-take-you-to-the-dance season.

I cannot speak for anyone else when I say the first sentence of this abstract largely describes my life. I hope, but am not sure, that the next three do not.

This is the mean stretch of Lent.

It's late. I'm going to bed.


33. Song

Sunday, March 22, 2015

32. Simone Weil

     "Time does us violence; it is the only violence. 'Another shall gird thee and lead thee whither though wouldst not'; time leads us whither we do not wish to go. Were I condemned to death I should not be executed if in the interval time stood still. Whatever frightful thing may happen, can we desire that time should stop, that the stars should be stayed in their courses? Time's violence rends the soul: by the rent eternity enters."