Color : May 9, 2007
I began the day reading
an essay on Pink
Floyd, then from Wisdom, Romans,
the Psalms, shall I say of David?
the Gospel of Luke, Merwin:
(very late [early]
I have heard a kind of whispered sighing)
in the course of this a list
(no mark of genius, here) a list
coursed across synapses
of memory: names: Rob, Tom, Bill, Carol:
ordinary names of ordinary people
I know: an offense, cirrhosis, AIDS, breast cancer….
Memory: and just of yesterday
The weight of a day … sighing … even the roses
seem to be weeping, to be withholding
their joyous, transcendent effervescence.
I turn behind me, On Being Blue:
A Philosophical Inquiry, Wm. Gass.
Though brilliant, is too irreverent
to cite the moment : ah,
the velvet bridge the color of ripe gold.
Subdued, ripe, the morning with its sweet faces.
I began the day reading
an essay on Pink
Floyd, then from Wisdom, Romans,
the Psalms, shall I say of David?
the Gospel of Luke, Merwin:
(very late [early]
I have heard a kind of whispered sighing)
in the course of this a list
(no mark of genius, here) a list
coursed across synapses
of memory: names: Rob, Tom, Bill, Carol:
ordinary names of ordinary people
I know: an offense, cirrhosis, AIDS, breast cancer….
Memory: and just of yesterday
The weight of a day … sighing … even the roses
seem to be weeping, to be withholding
their joyous, transcendent effervescence.
I turn behind me, On Being Blue:
A Philosophical Inquiry, Wm. Gass.
Though brilliant, is too irreverent
to cite the moment : ah,
the velvet bridge the color of ripe gold.
Subdued, ripe, the morning with its sweet faces.
posted by Dafath at 4:49 AM
3 Comments:
Sweet faces in the morning, followed by joyous, transcendent effervescence - are we talking about masturbation again?
Puss
William Gass. Back in college I either read, or was supposed to read, Omensetter's Luck. If I read it, I don't remember it. Or I remember its being incomprehensible. As, I imagine, blueness would be.
Pink. The new red. Or white. Or both.
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