HAEC IPSI NOVIMUS ESSE NIHIL

Haec Ipsi Novimus Esse Nihil
 
– newest addition, October 6, 2015

Usually somewhat spontaneous; often web-prompted.

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Lines on Finally Reading the Divine Comedy

So,
I've finally read the whole of Dante's three.
(The second book once started; the first, through, thrice.)
It's length outpaced desire, I will concede.

The depths I've known too well to be surprised.
But the struggle up the mountain made for a grand
vision: compared to the climbing of that rise,

the thirty-three leg journey through a land
that by divine decree can know no change
was a long journey, boring, pompous, and bland.

October 6, 2015

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An FB reply to one of Lee Sharks's playful posts, which opened "Out of psych meds / Who will share psych meds?" (with minor editing)

Telegram

FOUND LEFTOVER MEDS IN CABINET PENCIL BOX POCKETS OF WINTER COAT STOP MOSTLY ANTI PSYCHOTICS STOP SOME ANTI ANXIETY SOME OF QUESTIONABLE CHARACTER SOME OF ALIEN ORIGIN SOME KNOWN ONLY TO CERTAIN CHINESE TONGS SOME MAY OR MAY NOT EXIST DEPENDING ON POSITION OF PLANETS OR HOW MANY FORKS ARE WITHIN TEN FOOT RADIUS STOP WILL OVERNIGHT IN GALLON ZIPLOCK WITH SUGAR PILLS DARK M&MS CANDIED COFFEE BEANS VIAGRA RADIOACTIVE GI TRACERS JUMPING BEANS CAPSULES HAND FILLED WITH RANDOM PHRASES CUT FROM LACANS SEMINARS BITS FROM RUNNERS OFF M-1 ABRAMS PLASTIC MODEL FOR PLACEBO EFFECT STOP TAKE THREE BLINDLY EVERY SEVEN HOURS EIGHTEEN MINUTES OR AS NEEDED IF HAPPEN TO SEE WOLF BLITZER KOREAN EVANGELIST ANY MEMBER OF GOOD MORNING AMERICA ON TELEVISION STOP LARGE MOUTH BASS STOP NIGERIA WANTS MY SHOE SIZE STOP

May 14, 2015

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My nephews are all playing, so I jumped in. Here goofing on Ezra Pound's translation of the old song.

Minecraft Music

The creeper is a-comin' in,
Loudly sing Goddamm.
The night is gone; it lingers on
And's seen me where I am
                    Sing: Goddamm.
Shambling cuss and 'sploding muss
A-wreck my crafting plan
          Damm you; Sing: Goddamm.
Goddamm, Goddamm, this dadist dram, Goddamm,
          So 'gainst the pending 'BLAM!'
Sing goddamm, damm, sing goddamm,
Sing goddamm, sing goddamm, DAMM.

Mar. 4, 2015

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A Baroque Couplet on a Classic Theme

The letter's long; I would I could redact.
But they'd I'd only crayons. Fat, in fact.

1/21/2015

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I was reading. I was bored. I threw this together and up against the FB wall. It's not bad for a twenty minute break.

A morning's break in several days of rain
Gave chance to mow the lawn — both front and back
Will take but three of four parts of an hour,
And that marked from the rise up off the couch
To the first turning of the shower's knob
If you refrain from admiration's pause.
No sooner the garage door sealed its vault
And I put foot to street to press that small
Exertion toward a Sisyphean peak
By adding miles at pace to what few yards
Were marched in shrinking squares upon the green:
A league as fiercely pushed as might be willed,
And to as fruitful end in nearer view.
Like banshees have my legs since then complained;
And fogs far denser than high summer's damp
Made mouldy graveyards of my breast and brain.
Did anybody get the number of that rock?

7/2014

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Donut, go gentle into that good night

Goofing on Dylan Thomas's "Do Not Go Gentle into that Good Night" (duh), as prompted by an FB comment by friend Jane:

Donut, go gentle into that good night,
For bodies burn and rave at close of day;
Sate, sate the sugar craving appetite.

The wise men at their ends forget the night
And find no feast to fork, no crème brûlée.
Donut, go gentle into that good night.

Good men come waving by to cry how light
They found the holes they bought and shared that day.
Sate, sate the sugar craving appetite.

Wild men, who caught and sang the sun in flight,
Will learn but late that hunger's on its way.
Donut, go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near sleep, who see with weary eyes,
By jellies and coolattas will blaze and be gay.
Sate, sate the sugar craving appetite,

And you, last cruller, there on the sad height,
That you, at close, will still be there I pray.
Donut, go gentle into that good night.
Sate, sate the sugar craving appetite.

2/20/2014

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Goddammitall, David

The first two lins had been in my head but weren't going anywhere so I threw them onto FB. (Originally, I had thought of doing a Sherlock silly.) That night FB friend David X. Novak threw 3&4 back. Which kept me up into the wee hours until I finished the eight:

Hounds howl on the hilltop high
As in the harrowed hollow —
If first one aitch goes passing by
Another aitch must follow.
But this itch to aitch can harrow your pate
And like hounds at feast you'll wallow.
So if hence you hie alliterate,
Chew before you swallow.

9/4/2013

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A Stanza in Search of a Poem

An FB bit. Goofing on an image from a bit written years ago.

and walk the golden valley of the dead –
     the corporal ranks with mouths agape,
     the knelling recitatives that ape
the low, pendulous lolling of their heads.

7/29/2012

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Where to End?

A bit from the defunct Tennyson blog.

At the crossroads; at the penultimate thought; at the suspended moment before the final exhale; deep in the moist, musty crux of being; facing a final realization, not at all unlike that defining desperate moment in the gleaming ceramics of the cineplex can, after an anniversary showing of a remastered Lawrence of Arabia within the first seventy-five minutes of which you had drained your drum of diet carbonation, facing Saint Peter's parted pearly zipper, and seeing your tee, button up, and briefs are all cotton and all black.

1/4/2010