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December 2009

they live on a range of properties

into bodies

the orchestra

1. Re: Endnotes problem
2. Re: Endnotes problem
3. Indexes in literature
4. Re: Indexes in literature
5. Re: Indexes in literature

of the palliative, or other words for

what to write: the light
on the snow, the asphalt drive,
the window

scraps of reading from
perry moore, gurney norman,
mlinko on rilke

names spirits

one needs to apply a small amount
one needs to follow through
one needs to still life
one needs "a remarkable partnership"

still life

Just yesterday or the day before I was wondering if Joel was dead. I didn't remember hearing that he was, but I thought he was anyway. And then just now a message arrives that he died last night. I got to know him a bit when he lived with us in Niagara during our novitiate. He was a gentle, quiet man … an unexciting teacher of … what? … who liked to walk long walks with his friend John … I was a bit surprised when he traveled off to Torreon to help establish our presence there … When I'd meet him again at a chapter, he'd invite me down for a visit or a lifetime.

once stopped
there's some returning

through the bad place
to shuffle

through the wondering

once and not
a sadness exactly then

more objects

or on another line

if you wanted something it would be a dead end

It's like poetry now

You can want to be the kind of poet

And then I'll want to be that too

Who finding and meeting what's found

I will quick like stop listening to

Some one who knows what

Nobody likes to stare through windows

He's like wasted

All that time he's wasted it all.

Memoirist says "No" to Past

"There's not any thing I know,

if nothing were something I

wouldn't know it. I don't know

anything. Nada nada nada he's

(the saint of something)

closer than anything I know."

("Abstraction necessarily leads to abuse because it draws us away from the world." Jason Peters)