November 2010
20 posts
somewhere i have never travelled, gladly beyond by...
somewhere i have never travelled, gladly beyond any experience, your eyes have their silence: in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me, or which i cannot touch because they are too near your slightest look will easily unclose me though i have closed myself as fingers, you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens (touching skilfully, mysteriously)her first rose or if your...
Let’s Roar, Your Honor
To scream with pain, to cry, to summon help, to call
generally—all that is described here as “roaring.”
In Siberia not only bears roar, but sparrows and mice as well.
“The cat got it, and it’s roaring,” they say of a mouse.
- from “Across Siberia,”
by Anton Chekhov.
“Let’s Roar, Your Honor” from...
