Return Revitalized Take comfortin, not thesmall thingsbut the familiar.Return toraw Miles, thosefirst pick-up bands thatoccasionally foundColtrane inthere, equallyraw. Or theSherlock Holmesstories. Bach for the firsttime, de Chirico& HieronymusBosch. Byzantineplazas, gardensof earthly delightswhich were previously un-known butso familiar. An-cestral memories, thestarting … Continue reading →

100 Titles From Tom Beckett56: Translate ObjectsWe started by creating a scene.Then came the arguments. The first argument set whatimport format to expect, set the attributes. The second argu-ment set the format to output. A translated object doesn’tchange — it just goes some-where else. At least that’s thetranslation of Euclid’s defin-ition of translate. That if everypoint of a shape or figure ismoved by the same distancein a predetermined direction,even though it may end upin another place, it’s still the                                        same object. Animists believe that all objectsshare the breath of life. Trans-lated, that means everything’sgot a soul. Or a brand new bag. Hi. I just found a way to moveobjects around. Was wonderingif this is the best way … Continue reading →

The early sonnets of Michelangelo,those composed whilston a limited folic acidintake, are so twistedin upon themselvesthey have becomeboth water-resistant& washable. Even so,that insane artistry,the multiple narrativeperspectives, the forward-thinking use of glass—all still tempt like freshraspberries at the local store. flirty … Continue reading →

Text-messy age The e-mail kiosks lockon to me as Icruise the Mall. My exo-skeleton — beltbuckle,glasses, the tips ofmy shoes, even thedecidedly feminine gold chainI have around my wrist —lights up with messages. Theyare not for me; I am beingmistaken … Continue reading →

There is something aboutthis song, there is something about this song sunglive in Berlin, there issomething about this songsung live to an audiencewho maybe weren’t alive tohear the beginning & yet theyall still remember how theforetelling went. There is something … Continue reading →

Chance, as always. Suddenrain & a street withoutawnings. Open double-doorsnearby, the room beyondgaslit. A small hand-paintedplaque, Maximilian Planck’sWunderkammer, read inpassing, interpreted inside. * A personal museum, smallas they always are. Once mighthave been a doctor’s surgery ora dance studio. Not … Continue reading →

exorcise_exercise Racquets she said, even though there was no tennis going on. Or maybe it was rackets, & she was talking about the noise up the road, or the way that local builders get their plans through council despite breaching … Continue reading →

From the Pound Cantos: CENTO XXIV This is Mitteleuropa. Guns are amerchandise. Have special privi-lege. No retail tax or any of theother taxes, no broken contracts.Everything in its place, & nothingleft over. Let things remain as theyare. A perennial extension … Continue reading →

From the Pound Cantos: CENTO XXX I cannot make it cohere abovethe cigar butts, against thisblackness. Here error is allin the not done, what followswithin & persistently, funda-mentals in critical moments.These stones we built on toput land back under tillage, … Continue reading →