kept up his duties garlanded eyelets men of his kind those men eight-hundred pilgrims trusting in the power of their unbelief he believed himself in a voice that quavered
About Alison Leslie Gold
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Behind transgressive crap (pips from Roger Kimball)
1915 to 1923 erected on measurements on handfuls behind tansgressive crap crap. noun bear in mind the roomful of dirt its size still very much in doubt view of El Greco
Not always tomorrow (moisture from Olivia Laing)
cold green reek that April once they were fertile not always tomorrow a cold bluish cottage hardly a car
Optional (flecks from E.B. White)
or lesser grail in a sense, optional L.I.R.R. along heaven hard dropped silver thine eyes too soon no door at all
Transparent grapes (pips from Iris Murdoch)
unflecked by ripples yet another interval and pompous silvery skin sandy yellow it is alas only a shell transparent yellow grapes London Shoes clinging kisses not wearing a tie so unconvincing ugly and charmless and dull
Revisiting “The Cranes of Flying”
The small town of Little Neck on the Great South Bay is the original home of the Matinecock Indian, also the namesake for a small, hard clam essential to linguine alle vongole. In 1957, when a gallon of gas cost twenty-four cents, a postage stamp five cents, I was a twelve year old nail gnawing(…)
Such as clover (petals from David George Haskell)
woodpeckers cackling by day in the shapes, colors warlike peppers lichens and mosses fleshy flagpoles snails see with limestone a small finger-twitch of the dance no snail is active today in and under sassafras sapling hangs low insects account such as clover the insect sits help from bacteria another Russian doll
Small years (shreds of Yhsa Daley-Ward)
and God nose to nose the last home and vain two up two down Parma Violets only four small years
Green tears (drops from Mike Shanahan)
Athens mourned en masse purple, green or black patchy though before Alexander an undying Banyan two distant dots fall like green tears to the ground
Outsider from the inside (splinters from Ian Buruma)
summer of 1975 the meaning of it acted as living props long chestnut marble walls ersatz splendor construction destruction wet, toothy whiff of prewar pederasty hardly a sexual exile pink cheeks on river banks grotesque, absurd everywhere and nowhere an outsider from the inside
