The Always List

Goulet

Sexy looks from strangers
Smiling eyes
Overcast, cool, dreary fall afternoons
Musical instruments
Frank O'Hara's poem 'As Planned'
A.R. Ammons poetry
Bob Dylan
Warm hugs
Cold blankets at night

coleen

i've had a bit of a soft spot for the o'hara poem myself but i had never read ammons before . thank you for sharing him.

i've only read a few so far but i can't believe i had nearly missed such a brilliant writer. so far of what i've had a chance to read, i'm absolutely over the moon for 'hymn'

BhagavadGita

wine might make a better substitute for Vodka although potatoes are very good too. best spirit as far as im concerned.

BhagavadGita

Wow. its small yet it grows so big...

HIM - Ammons I mean Hymn

I know if I find you I will have to leave the earth
and go on out over the sea marshes and the brant in bays
and over the hills of tall hickory
and over the crater lakes and canyons
and on up through the spheres of diminishing air
past the blackset noctilucent clouds
where one wants to stop and look
way past all the light diffusions and bombardments
up farther than the loss of sight
into the unseasonal undifferentiated empty stark

And I know if I find you I will have to stay with the earth inspecting with thin tools and ground eyes
trusting the microvilli sporangia and simplest
coelenterates
and praying for a nerve cell
with all the soul of my chemical reactions
and going right on down where the eye sees only traces

You are everywhere partial and entire
You are on the inside of everything and on the outside

I walk down the path down the hill where the sweetgum
has begun to ooze spring sap at the cut
and I see how the bark cracks and winds like no other bark
chasmal to my ant-soul running up and down
and if I find you I must go out deep into your
far resolutions
and if I find you I must stay here with the separate leaves

BhagavadGita

reminds me of a man i meant on the other side of a
rather
harry potter gate.

it felt like flying to me.





























































i haven't been able to touch the ground since.

BhagavadGita

After the first glass of vodka
you can accept just about anything
of life even your own mysteriousness
you think it is nice that a box
of matches is purple and brown and is called
La Petite and comes from Sweden
for they are words that you know and that
is all you know words not their feelings
or what they mean and you write because
you know them not because you understand them
because you don't you are stupid and lazy
and will never be great but you do
what you know because what else is there?




















































do bring the big blue marble with you