Hornblower

link to website update, May 20, 2009, 24 new drawings

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How to catch the eye:

walking on hands

reminds one of minarets

cheerful, now

cleanly passing over

a gate,

a stream,

like a heatwave

like a wheel

cracking a dark limb to celebrate the

coming of out of Egypt,

some must perish

that others may leave

In America,

Freedom is most often embezzled.

Wait

Link to website sketchbook update, May 16, 2009, 20 new drawings

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Wait wants to see if we

will lose our hair

wait the hand that

tightens its grip on

the pleated pages

Wait til you say the word yellow

hello and wait

long the scalp rises in fever as

the eyes have it running

in tighter circles until

it arrives at a neat stopping place

and waits.

We Are Such Stuff

Link to Sketchbook update May 13, 2009, 13 new drawings

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I turned my back
To the lasting skin of everything
Of dirt and perfume and everything
due these glum pleasures.
Lethargy poisons certainty like
cleverness lost in a lifetime of night.
An old queen steeped in a mountain of teeth
Delicate pity page after page
Looking up and waiting
For the philosophy of yes to move in and
Organize the funeral of thinking.

An Empty Morning Sky

Link to Sketchbook update, May 11, 2009, 12 new drawings

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Discreetly blessed the past masses

the women the weeds the widows in mourning

covered in the lotion of theology

restrained and restraining god

this mixed witness this power this

moment farther before a spirit

dipped in holy water the tide

the rarely used fault behind

the quarter moon the wicked wander

the world in exaltation

of all that remained in answer

never excuse the time

the whole found hole untidy

but time is too heavy to stir.

southward to the funeral

southward to the empty morning sky.

Hill Dweller

Link to Sketchbook update May 9, 2009, 16 new drawings

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Bloom the great weapon of punishment

glutton for penance shining music like light

the dropping of pins distracts us from the morning opera

about the destruction of kisses amongst the dying clockwork.

Still, the kneeling eunuch is made an example of

naked but for his rising hat

chanting for his empty phallus dead in

his long hand.

looking down on the excuse of cards

the shame of failure the fall from grace the

curious voice of the long-forgotten bone.

The gospel is art and the confession,

the sin.

Quis Est Homo?

Link to Sketchbook update May 6th, 2009, 30 new drawings

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The flesh tells it all:
Bless the curious with a voice
That thrills priests in repentance hats.
Slightly immaculate mother , her spouse,
Ringing , chanting the bass thickening
Punish me with the gospel of ChaChaCha
Then bless my knees kneeling bent
Strong yet bitching
Keeping regular hours
Worry the quiet altar smoking
The priestess weapon catches the bone
And beats back the question:
Quis est homo?

Ecce Homo!

Buddha Stuka

Link to Sketchbook update May 2, 2009, 16 new drawings

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There is a burning Buddha

who wonders in musical hats

the blurt the swallow the opiate

that fascinates

A sacred swingdoor

exposes a drop of the

blind masked corpse

still, our god is

lying sweating in a

latin museum nursing his matzoh and

committing unspeakable acts with

his crown of thorns.

Devoid

Link to Website Sketchbook update April 29, 2009, 28 new drawings

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Customs are perfumes
The fruit of a million swift sermons
Torn together flowing out in simple things
The money wife stepping into the air,
The skin changes a million times but lets out the
Flower of its soft eye- it won’t be held responsible
For the flowing fluttering silence,
The long rest between notes or
The sinking beneath dank waves.

All My Greatest Works Are Misunderstandings

Link to Sketchbook update April 25, 2009, 15 new drawings.

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Narcotic Martha your cigar is running erect
Open and opulent
Too soon perfume dies away
Too late poison drowns naughty boys oh
How I long to meet you!
Queer nightstalk bawled out long forgetmenots
(It took all I had to remember your murmuring your
Sad heart)
The common pin
The probable rose
The usual love punishing eversameness
Words in drawers the pain in pockets
Bad as not
Never having any but then,
All my greatest works are really misunderstandings

Flattened Petals

link to sketchbook update, April 22, 2009, 16 new drawings

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Waking to ruins
Tell me the meaning of warmth
Shoot the angry cats that once went wise
Before some shysphinx clawed out what marbles
As passed for eyes.
(All now blind.)
This land from which we will soon leave will
Be passed, forgotten, and what a beautiful name
That now feels itself so forlorn?
A letter of wishes still warm
From forgetting,
Will you write me a long letter,… and tell me more?

the Contortionist's Children

Link to Sketchbook update April 20, 2009, 16 new drawings

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A voice full of eyes
Impersonator of suicides! Wandering and
Warning of teeth and edges,
Could it get much worse?
I have few fancy tidings left
Recognizing Abraham and the false sacrifices:
How easily we have been mesmerized by the
Promise of eternity, just around the corner.
Afternoon and all the Hamlets are talking,
Fingers and faces,
Explaining the hazards of thinking.

God, it’s hot out here.

It's Just That Way

Link to sketchbook update, April 18, 2009, 16 new drawings

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The glad in looking may turn to drowning
Mightn’t myself, moved by the good news
Get on to Belfast?
Dark shares this message happily then
but it shoves the blackened book where
It won’t be easily found.
Then knocking around and fitting a quick touch,
And we regain our good name
And swagger away with our eyes turned back
And our breath taken down.

A Girl in Eustace Street

Link to Sketchbook Update, April 15, 2009, 16 new drawings

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Wrong talking strings call what we were
A little into question
Displays happen in the unrolled fist in the sun
Always the wrong happenings take too long to finally unfold:
The glare of sight,
The much later moisture of paradise, now
The eye finally rejects the looking.
The long dead talking head weeping at the
Sound of braided skin beating the empty drum.
Just down there
The music asks
what is home?

the Center of Vision

Link to Sketchbook Update, April 13, 2009, 14 new drawings

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Matters of the hand
A matched patch
Through which a particular woman eyes
The troubled bloom.
Tell me, fireman or mason,
Is time standing still
And waiting for a day like this?
From overseas empire we
Possess nowhere and

Pay heed:
a narrow forefinger dressed carelessly
ripping open a photo of a
Funeral bed.

Poor Dignam.

Now These Towers Now these Lessons

Link to Sketchbook Update, April 11, 2009, 22 new Drawings

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Freeman, you fall
To earth, light to no one,
Teaching anyhow the forces of dancing,
The body of salt, the water answers every second
Of its downward velocity.
Now castoff then pointed picture floating,
Tapped out each step, each volume,
Too late to catch itself in careless air,
Passing by the thankless soldiers,
In regimental plume as they march through
Easy night street.

F equals M Times DV over DT

Link to Sketchbook update April 8, 2009, 15 new drawings

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Grow legends inside your hat then
Beg to bury a sailor in the sea
Of the sun. Wonder is a name
Who’s time is come while fingers float
And turn the day Aleph Bet GImmel Hey!
In surely dark the bowls of smoke
Crush sober skins while
Quarrelsome sleep loll s
Like hot floating name.

The More I know, The Less I Can Say

Link to Sketchbook update, April 6, 2009 20 new drawings

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Dignam,
Night an evening hour
Money, an idea, an envied hand now
Swelled with dislike of
The smell of prizes
Braced against the teeth of life.
Dancing in the church
The mirror of air and the sound of bells:
A perfect third the band as a sketch
Rubbed to pay some last shadow
Its payment for the gift of breath.