Weird Halloween costumes, part 4. ATIT is in California for a few days. This will just have to do . .
Saturday, October 05, 2013
Halloween costumes, Part 2
By Mona Goldwater, Social Ed. & Jack Brummet, Art and Lit Ed.
Like Part 1 (which you can view here), this batch includes reader submissions, found photos, and a few we dug up on the web.
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Friday, October 04, 2013
Halloween costumes, Part 1
By Mona Goldwater, Holiday Ed.
These costumes were sent in by readers and found on the internet. . .
These costumes were sent in by readers and found on the internet. . .
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Poem: The Mojo Apocalypse
By Jack Brummet
Seven
seals seven vials
Seven lamps of fire
Seven sickles
Seven sickles
For
seven angels
The last trumpet
Blows reveille
The last trumpet
Blows reveille
And
taps
For the coming and going
Over the hills
And
far awayFor the coming and going
Over the hills
The Piper is piping
Us home.
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Us home.
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Poem: Escape
By Jack Brummet
4
The ground rolls away behind us.
You and me.
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1
Take
the worst that could happen
And add two zeros.
2
High fidelity clouds gather over
The tattered stage flats of a world on fire.
High fidelity clouds gather over
The tattered stage flats of a world on fire.
3
No one’s left to clear our lift off,.
We sort our way between the flak and shrapnel.
No one’s left to clear our lift off,.
We sort our way between the flak and shrapnel.
The ground rolls away behind us.
You and me.
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Thursday, October 03, 2013
Poem: Turning
By Jack Brummet
In benign equilibrium.
2
Each valley is followed by a slope.
Every going followed by a return.
3
There is no relief without an ache,
And no virus without a host.
4
Bricks tumble into the moat.
The king's body hangs naked from the flagpole.
5
For a fleeting moment
The condition for change exists.
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1
The host and tenant lockIn benign equilibrium.
2
Each valley is followed by a slope.
Every going followed by a return.
3
There is no relief without an ache,
And no virus without a host.
4
Bricks tumble into the moat.
The king's body hangs naked from the flagpole.
5
For a fleeting moment
The condition for change exists.
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Wednesday, October 02, 2013
Poem: The listing freighter in the harbor at Kato Zakris
By Jack Brummet
Down the hill from the ruins
Of the Minoan palace at Kato Zakris
A battered and rusting old freighter showed up
Six months ago,
With a Pakistani crew
And flying the Egyptian flag.
None of the locals knows
Quite what went wrong.
They do know the ship is still here,
Anchored 30 meters offshore,
Rusting and listing in the harbor,
Waiting for indeterminate repairs
After running into some nebulous “trouble.”
So they parked her, where she sits today,
To the locals’ chagrin,
Waiting for Euros, parts, or a new owner.
No one quite seems to know.
There may or may not be a crew on board
As she slowly rusts away
And begins listing even more.
Someone will either show up with cash and parts,
Or the crew will slowly drift away
And they will eventually tow it out
And scuttle it in the Aegean.
My waiter told me “It was interesting
The first day, after that it’s a scar
We hope goes away soon.”
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Down the hill from the ruins
Of the Minoan palace at Kato Zakris
A battered and rusting old freighter showed up
Six months ago,
With a Pakistani crew
And flying the Egyptian flag.
None of the locals knows
Quite what went wrong.
They do know the ship is still here,
Anchored 30 meters offshore,
Rusting and listing in the harbor,
Waiting for indeterminate repairs
After running into some nebulous “trouble.”
So they parked her, where she sits today,
To the locals’ chagrin,
Waiting for Euros, parts, or a new owner.
No one quite seems to know.
There may or may not be a crew on board
As she slowly rusts away
And begins listing even more.
Someone will either show up with cash and parts,
Or the crew will slowly drift away
And they will eventually tow it out
And scuttle it in the Aegean.
My waiter told me “It was interesting
The first day, after that it’s a scar
We hope goes away soon.”
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Poem: The Clock
By Jack Brummet
1
The fast hand sloughs seconds
Onto the clock dial, tugging
Hours and minutes along
As time burnishes our masks.
2
A paring of grey moonshell
Wheels over our shoulders,
Waltzing a sea surge
Across the ocean floor.
3
Under a red sun, night retracts its stars.
Starfish lounge on rocks,
The sun in Japan sinks
In water at sight's end,
Flares of light appear
In the opposing hemisphere,
And earth surrenders its heat,
Trading degrees with the shifting winds.
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Onto the clock dial, tugging
Hours and minutes along
As time burnishes our masks.
2
A paring of grey moonshell
Wheels over our shoulders,
Waltzing a sea surge
Across the ocean floor.
3
Under a red sun, night retracts its stars.
Starfish lounge on rocks,
The sun in Japan sinks
In water at sight's end,
Flares of light appear
In the opposing hemisphere,
And earth surrenders its heat,
Trading degrees with the shifting winds.
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