The distance between us and then this small map of stars a concentrated ocean of the night when lovers worship heavens they are worshipping a lack of distance my brother the moon the lofty mattress of nebula, rash and spray of love. It is all as close as my palm on your body so you among pillows and moonlight look up, search for the jewellery ( Read more... )

...I was looking for an end to this, for some kind of closure ( Read more... )

These are morning matters, pictures you dream as the final wave heaves you up on the sand to the bright light and drying air. You remember pressure, and a curved sleep you rested against, soft, like a scallop in its shell. But the air hardens your skin; you stand; you leave the lighted shore to explore some dim headland, and soon you're lost in ( Read more... )

"Here's to the friends I love so well,
to those so far away!
If a drink of cheer would bring them here,
I would drink the livelong day."

The Hour of Cowdust, Michael Ondaatje ( Read more... )

i started In the Skin of a Lion by Michael Ondaatje on the airplane. i'll finish it today under the hot midday sun. coffee and cigarettes. i'm trying to memorize the way this place feels...

reading aloud Hart Crane poems, like this one ( Read more... )

Something under the desert speaks to the yearning spirit, chiefly by refusing to speak at all. In the immenseness of sand that goes on communing with itself in a terrifying way, ignoring everything, answering itself with itself while the sky overhead wears out, the soul feels the same insignificance as the soul of the lost sailor ( Read more... )

Anthem for Doomed Youth ( Read more... )

Tear It Down, Jack Gilbert ( Read more... )