Tuesday, April 23, 2013

HOW TO TELL TIME: a little golden book review

I learned how to read time 
by reading How To Tell Time.
The cover was black and there 
was a golden Gruen Watch
in the center. The Gruen Watch 
had hands you could turn 
as long as you want until they fell off. 
They didn’t have to fall off but sometimes 

they did. The best thing to do with 
How To Tell Time was to walk around 

the clock and see all the interesting things 
you could see. You could see five 

little pictures of one little boy and one little 
picture of one little girl as they had various 
adventures around the clock. 

If you walk clockwise, you see the little boy 
wakes up and  puts on a yellow shirt and looks 
at his sundial and it is something o’clock and 

his tabby kitten purrs under the shade 
of the sundial. Then you see the little boy 

puts on a white shirt and ties his shoe 
while sitting on the world and a red 

and white striped candle burns down slowly 
and regularly. Then the little boy changes into 

a red shirt and reads a book in front of his desk 
without moving his lips until he puts on a green shirt 

and this time a blue cap so that he can run and run 
in the sun until he is so hot that he takes off all his clothes 

and jumps in the water and smiles because he is naked 
and timeless in the water is it the beach is it a lake is it 
pool is it a stream is it a pond is it a swamp? Well, there is 

a little girl playing  with a bucket in the sand wearing pink 
and so it is a beach. There is a little star next to her. 
The star is lightyears away from me now. 

Don’t be sad Me! Look! Then there is a little boy again 
in a yellow shirt looking at his sundial and his tabby cat 
is purring again and soon he will put on a white shirt again 
and tie his shoe,

again. Did I mention he is wearing blue pants?

Monday, April 15, 2013

MAY I...

May I present to you a book of unbridled delight?

It's Yu Jian's FLASH CARDS. Here it is:


Don't mind that Ron Padgett, the translator, doesn't speak Chinese. Or that Yu Jian, the poet, doesn't speak English. Just mind the fact that the two of them met in Sweden in 2002, and walked down the street giggling and carrying on and enjoying themselves immensely, and that now they have this wonderful book for you.

Saturday, April 13, 2013


Someday her grandchildren will not understand her when she tells them that once upon a time she made a blueberry smoothie with her bicycle.


I like when you tell me you’re a midwife on the lawn
where the dogs run away like Egyptian pharaohs. 

There are two minutes of sun left to drink the earth. 
The clocks are counting slightly backwards. 

I would like to be born this time 
if you can possibly help.

It's probably not a great idea to design a book cover before you write a book, but that's what I am doing. And I designed it for all the wrong reasons: I was feeling inept in my design work, it was really muggy that night, and I found a beautiful poster in beautiful colors advertising The Thin Man way back when. I also found some wonderful process photos for Grant Wood's American Gothic, and I threw a little bit of that in there too. Which reminds me: did you know that painting is only two and a half feet tall? Finally, the "F" in there is for "fake" - but I might throw it away and put "F" in there for fabulous, because the design isn't, but everyone in it, is.


If you search for the word "kerfuffle", one of the first links that you will discover will tell you the following:


Chopped socky. Chip chapintzi. Chellof farkle. Gohrnea, futed burgin Pruney ulney. Yenyai umerhus.

Monday, April 08, 2013


He taught me how to fix a jib
and tell a joke in French. And
let’s us not forget that day in Spring -
all the ‘i’s before ‘e’s - friend, believe, die
Those he taught, too - 
Seize, weird, vein - would wait for another day;
yesterday he said would be tomorrow; 
today brandished iron
in the form of a chair
hear it comes sailing
what I thought was me
was just me versus
 my open arms

Tuesday, April 02, 2013


Marilyn Monroe, a beautiful woman, closes her eyes and buttons her coat of wool. There is no reason to know it is on the beach, but that’s how good an actress she was: she closed her eyes as one does on the beach. Here is Marilyn: she appears to be on the beach.

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