ASSIGNMENT: DRAW YOUR MOTHER
One can but chart vibration,
deduce telemetries
This alley near the schoolyard
must limn one system's end,
delineate next cluster
Dismissed through field's detritus
of imploded sack lunches,
Mike D. must have registered
poster-board emanations,
oscillation of her plaid skirt
Knowledge--that darkest matter--
by nature radiates
from Galaxy A to B;
but retrograde fissures jello
with angry ion tracers
Discarded, interstitial
dun bun streaked with teal,
she sobs a quantum blue
into adverted fused facehand,
blouse pocked like stucco
HERR KEPLER'S NOTEBOOK
Time is the bully anchor of the opposing tug-rope team.
The person with a happy home life tracks glitter through the world; the solitary person leaves snowprints.
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"The grasshopper warbler's song comes up out of the earth just as you think the day is quietening down. It has no prelude or warm-up: it starts midperformance, as if switched on by the dark, as it if has been singing like this beneath the earth until it was dark enough to come to the surface. As if, though we hardly hear it, this singing never stops."
A Year on the Wing (Tim Dee)
All writing and cartoons on this site copyright 2008-2010 Julia Martin, unless otherwise credited.
The person with a happy home life tracks glitter through the world; the solitary person leaves snowprints.
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"The grasshopper warbler's song comes up out of the earth just as you think the day is quietening down. It has no prelude or warm-up: it starts midperformance, as if switched on by the dark, as it if has been singing like this beneath the earth until it was dark enough to come to the surface. As if, though we hardly hear it, this singing never stops."
A Year on the Wing (Tim Dee)
All writing and cartoons on this site copyright 2008-2010 Julia Martin, unless otherwise credited.
This is new to me, and I love it.
ReplyDeleteKnowledge--that darkest matter--
And that last stanza is a killer. I see that schoolyards strike terror into you, too :-)
Weren't schoolyards designed to lower the crush of boomer school enrollments, what with the hostile visible cliques, unforgiving asphalt, and come-break-your-arm monkey bars? The apparent goal was to inflict the maximum number of emotional and physical scars in 30 minutes.
ReplyDeleteThe archetype in my head is from a newly-built elementary school: flat raw earth already surrounded by trailers, and dotted with left-over sections of concrete storm sewer pipe. Someone actually defined childhood frivolity as crawling through concrete pipe during a Chicago February.