Another Exploding Skull 37
THE OPENING SCENE
There is a glare in the ionosphere
that scares papa.
Mama is nervous over the stove.
Jump! Little brother screams.
Oh, oh my, litter sister spoons.
The sky turns deep purple,
night falls across the lawn.
the dog barks, an acorn hits the porch.
DJD
I agree with Ed Dorn:
We scoured the grounds of the earth
to start fires
in these rickety geographies
we know better than to call home.
Ed Dorn – Collected Poems
It’s February. Pretzel stares at me. When a Shiba Inu stares it can make you uneasy. Pure psychic intrusion. Yes, I will take you for that walk. Of course, you can have a treat and get a new toy.
ChatGPT says, Shiba Inu’s are not hyperobjects. Wrong.
Poem I’m reading this week. Again.
The House Was Quiet, And the World Was Calm
Wallace Stevens
The house was quiet and the world was calm.
The reader became the book; and summer night
Was like the conscious being of the book.
The house was quiet and the world was calm.
The words were spoken as if there was no book,
Except that the reader leaned above the page,
Wanted to lean, wanted much to be
The scholar to whom his book is true, to whom
The summer night is like a perfection of thought.
The house was quiet because it had to be.
The quiet was part of the meaning, part of the mind:
The access of perfection to the page.
And the world was calm. The truth in a calm world,
In which there is no other meaning, itself
Is calm, itself is summer and night, itself
Is the reader leaning late and reading there.
Book I’m reading this week. “American Cosmic” Diana Walsh Pasulka. Read it.
