Category: imago/poema


momentary

September 29th, 2009 — 10:32pm

formation

What could the world have
been like before we
expected that everything
could be
caught?

“It
was a
thousand pities I’d
no likeness of her,”
said Wakem about his wife.

– The Mill on the Floss (Eliot)

(21 09 09)

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apropos

September 28th, 2009 — 12:57pm

beast

Thank goodness that we can always
count upon the National Trust
for cream teas, dahlias,
and vaguely inscrutable
yet well-behaved
eccentricities.

Happy Birthday (observed)
(20 09 09)

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subterranean

September 28th, 2009 — 12:16pm

catherines_wheel

What human dreams lie
beneath the cover
of undisturbed
earth?

(19 09 09)

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skip

September 27th, 2009 — 9:06pm

bicycles

Some things drop when
there are other
places to
be.

(18 09 09)

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ex libris

September 27th, 2009 — 8:30pm

ex_libris

So many unread books,
so many days
that end
before
they’re started,
so many people
who deserve long letters….
(You’re probably one of them.)

(17 09 09)

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‘nets

September 16th, 2009 — 11:00pm

open_window

I’m
not so
sure about this
public private
space
where I’ve
no control over
who you
are.

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archeology

September 15th, 2009 — 12:13pm

pointtroop

What shall we feel disposed
to excavate from the
messy remains of
an evening’s
conversation?

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um…

September 13th, 2009 — 6:35pm

chateau_musar

You know that Chateau Musar
I was saving for
your visit? It
waits no
more….

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homesick

September 12th, 2009 — 7:22pm

laundromat

where
neon glows
larger than life,
where nothing closes
too early,
where
speech doesn’t
require a translation,
where not everything
needs a
reason

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superimpose

September 11th, 2009 — 7:01pm

hug

So,
be forewarned,
how are your
tomorrows spilling out
of your
todays?

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