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Tuesday, July 16, 2013
Monday, July 15, 2013
10 short poems
By Jack Brummet
Counter-insurgency
You think one thing,
Say another,
And do a third.
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She takes everything we
dish out.
So far.
Dragons fight in the meadow
Their blood is black and yellow.
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The Reverse King Midas Touch
Resurrection
He
was ready to live again
Even if living just meant running
To keep ahead of the ghosts.
---o0o---Even if living just meant running
To keep ahead of the ghosts.
Tethers
Our tenuous hold on earth
Is disguised in our shadows,
Tethered to the ground
By the soles of our feet,
And a theory of gravity.
Is disguised in our shadows,
Tethered to the ground
By the soles of our feet,
And a theory of gravity.
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[Life
Is Not A Hardy Novel]
Life is not like a Hardy novel,
'Though it seems so at times.
God's not mad at us;
But his patience is stretched
To a molecule thick.
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'Though it seems so at times.
God's not mad at us;
But his patience is stretched
To a molecule thick.
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Silence
The
stilled hacking of crows
And rainchecked dove's cooroo.
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And rainchecked dove's cooroo.
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You think one thing,
Say another,
And do a third.
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A
meditation on the I Ching and Mitt Romney’s comment that “the earth can handle
pretty much anything we dish out”
So far.
Dragons fight in the meadow
Their blood is black and yellow.
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The Reverse King Midas Touch
Sending out feelers and then testing the ground,
The right place was one place he could never be found.
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The right place was one place he could never be found.
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The
Return Of The Kings
We never picture the aliens
Coming in peace
Because we never came in peace.
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Because we never came in peace.
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Icarus
The rings of the splash
Send dopplers into the void,
Widening and pushing out
In the cold and lonely sea.
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Send dopplers into the void,
Widening and pushing out
In the cold and lonely sea.
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The
Man In The Mirror
There's a civil war in his head:
Lobe against lobe.
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Lobe against lobe.
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Sunday, July 14, 2013
Nine short poems
By Jack Brummet
As our steps
Bisect old steps.
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No Exit, 3
Once you grab a tiger by the tail,
You can never let it go.
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Mission Statement
The Army has two duties—
To break things, and kill people;
Everything else is just fluff and overhead.
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Torches & Pitchforks
The whole
Is far less than the sum
Of its parts:---o0o---
Is far less than the sum
Of its parts:---o0o---
Reds
There is no tomorrow
Until we get through
The day after yesterday.
The day after yesterday.
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Weather Report
Life is a raindrop
Sizzling as it skitters
Across the universal griddle.
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Sizzling as it skitters
Across the universal griddle.
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Monism
I'm you,
You're me.
All this
Is That.
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You're me.
All this
Is That.
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It's Getting Crowded
We cover the earth
With Venn Diagrams
With Venn Diagrams
As our steps
Bisect old steps.
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The Marriage
Two tattered mannequins
Prop each other up
In the Salvation Army Store window
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Prop each other up
In the Salvation Army Store window
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Resurrection
He was ready to live again
Even if living just meant running
To keep ahead of the ghosts.
Even if living just meant running
To keep ahead of the ghosts.
Saturday, July 13, 2013
Friday, July 12, 2013
Poem: The Variations
By Jack Brummet
Or the chicanes lacunae variations
Selections shadings emendations
Redactions prevarications blurring
And sharpening that transmogrify
The tale with time
2.
I don't know which is better
To see the baby emerge
Or who the baby becomes
3.
I don't know which is better
To keep pondering the variations
Or to not
4.
My rogue and rococo thoughts
Skitter sideways
Like a side-shuffling crab
Using evasive tactics
In case anyone locks on
And attempts to impose
A framework
Of coherence and congruence
On these fitfully nuanced palabra
5.
If you actually understand
What I am writing
We have all missed the point
Sometimes I don't know
What it means
Until someone else tells me
6.
Sometimes I don't know
If it's better to pull your leg
Or my own
7.
I don't know which is better
The fog and detours
Or the thing itself.
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1.
I
don't know which is better
The thing itself
The thing itself
Or the chicanes lacunae variations
Selections shadings emendations
Redactions prevarications blurring
And sharpening that transmogrify
The tale with time
2.
I don't know which is better
To see the baby emerge
Or who the baby becomes
3.
I don't know which is better
To keep pondering the variations
Or to not
4.
My rogue and rococo thoughts
Skitter sideways
Like a side-shuffling crab
Using evasive tactics
In case anyone locks on
And attempts to impose
A framework
Of coherence and congruence
On these fitfully nuanced palabra
5.
If you actually understand
What I am writing
We have all missed the point
Sometimes I don't know
What it means
Until someone else tells me
6.
Sometimes I don't know
If it's better to pull your leg
Or my own
7.
I don't know which is better
The fog and detours
Or the thing itself.
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Mixed media painting: The sergeant at arms
By Jack Brummet
[mixed media, acrylic, pen and pencil on 18"x36" wood panel]
[mixed media, acrylic, pen and pencil on 18"x36" wood panel]
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Thursday, July 11, 2013
The Dog Cafe, circa 1930
By Pablo Fanque, Reluctant Dog Editor (meaning Jack & Mona are definitely NOT "dog people")
The Dog Cafe, ca. 1930. Interestingly, if you search for Dog Cafes now, the results are for cafes that serve dogs (I didn't say serve dog). . .
The Dog Cafe, ca. 1930. Interestingly, if you search for Dog Cafes now, the results are for cafes that serve dogs (I didn't say serve dog). . .
1930
2013
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Adolph Hitler enjoys a console game?
By Mona Goldwater, German Studies Ed.
Thanks to Jeff Clinton for passing this one along. We don't know the context or provenance, or the 'shopper!
Thanks to Jeff Clinton for passing this one along. We don't know the context or provenance, or the 'shopper!
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The Cuban Missile Crisis: On the brink
By Pablo Fanque, National Affairs Ed.
I recently read a book about the 1962 Cuban Missile crisis, and the JFK (+RFK) White House response. It's incredible how close we came to incinerating everything, and somehow bumbled through it with Russia and Cuba, ending up more or less whole.
This photograph shows an anti-aircraft gun on Key West that week, pointed out over the Florida Straits.
I recently read a book about the 1962 Cuban Missile crisis, and the JFK (+RFK) White House response. It's incredible how close we came to incinerating everything, and somehow bumbled through it with Russia and Cuba, ending up more or less whole.
This photograph shows an anti-aircraft gun on Key West that week, pointed out over the Florida Straits.
click to enlarge
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Poem: A touch of evil
1.
Darkness, having been eliminated,furtively obtrudes again.
2.
Does the wind blow over the earth
or does it blow under heaven?
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