Busan 3

i promise this is the last batch, don’t want anyone climbing the walls or thinking i’m a broing Uncle Herb type with his projector slides from trip circa ’93. i’ve had fun manipulating the truth though.

Busan 2

A 2nd batch from Busan, focusing mainly on the dense old fish market, Jagalchi. So much fish & so many bizarre creatures i never saw before.

Busan

i was treated to a short respite from work with a trip to Korea’s 2nd largest city, Busan (부산). Busan was spared the artillery impact of the Korean war & contains historical areas that Korea on the whole, doesn’t have. There is a balance between the hyper-new, chic, beach side with glass skyscrapers scratching cloud;…

Wally Draws Real Gulls in an Empty Sky

Another new poem for The Wallace Variations. Wally Draws Real Gulls in an Empty Sky i walk with Wally & the dogs down to the shore. On the way he was all pipperoo, pippera, pipperum. i asked the meaning of this, each word (a neologism?) inflected, before dropping into plosive starts— he shrugged, pulled a…

Wallace Counts Leaves

Up to now all poems from The Wallace Variations, were written years ago, but i have been writing new ones, here is a new one.   Wallace Counts Leaves i. There are not enough leaves on this tree— I counted, it’s short. It is mid-summer, a few days after solstice. Tree blown into ragged perms,…

Coffee with Wallace

Sit with Wallace Stevens in my garden, drinking coffee & cloud spotting, in this poem from The Wallace Variations. Coffee with Wallace Look at this coffee pot, it is metallic, figure of a dancer; warm when acted upon, but cold. Light distracts its mirrored face, a design half-inched from a hall of mirrors, to show…

Lil’ Spud

Children can be so cruel. Lil’ Spud queuing to pay for my basket of tofu, sesame oil, red chili & pumpkin seeds at the local mart— a boy, lil’ spud of a child pointed at me, singled me out &, with the menace of Mephistopheles laughed archly—no question, he directed the tip of that podgy…

FALling (PArt z)

The last sonnet Falling. Link to Part A Falling 2 Knowing around 0%, about the influence of deserts on man— aside from sun burn & visions— i might discover, people who’ve known only deserts, actual or otherwise; that falling is counter intuitive to existence; unsalvageable dependence on fideism, buoyed by prayers for fields of cereals…

Re-humanization

i read recently, a short piece of prose by the Palestinian poet Ghassan Zactan, about his mother’s memories of a Jewish girl she liked, which led him to talk about his friend & fellow Palestinian poet, Mahmoud Darwish. Zactan, explains that just as his mother after years of occupation could still allow the memory to…

Absurd Taxinomia

Will Self on his intention for writing his book Shark said he wanted to write Jaws without the Shark, which i took to mean using descriptive, prose to skirt around an object or situation in mind, somewhat like a riddle. If you coupled this with a bit of Phenomenology, Existentialism & the Preface to Foucault’s…

Some of Wally’s Shenanigans

Another one from the Wallace Variations. This occurrence takes place some time after Wally comes back from the dead. Some of Wally’s Shenanigans It was from beyond the smoke & mirrors you entered this world of mirror & smoke. Why did you take to the roofs of the cul-de-sac to listen to the agitated dwellers’…

Man Dressed like a Forest

Man Dressed like a Forest Finally, rain is expected Wednesday. It’s been weeks since we had a drop. The grass is dry & brittle like a nicotine stained moustache; it scrunches with each step — the sound tells me i live. There is one here dressed like a forest. His thirst must be slaked. Hear…