confused classical hay(na)ku
e  l   o  f
Achilles*      (*his sandal)
today / the postman / tomorrow the world
e  l   o  f
Achilles*      (*his sandal)
me a giant
sea. I was so
ward to having
for dinner but
it didn't survive
the journey, &
cut it somehow.
HEALTH Minister Nicola Roxon has dumped one of her new men's health ambassadors over his "abhorrent" views about homosexuals, but her other appointee is still railing that "extreme feminists" are on a witch hunt to get him.
Ms Roxon said today she took full responsiblity for failing to vet the candidates properly before they were appointed this week.
The Australian Federal Government has appointed six "men's health ambassadors" to spur men to watch their health and seek regular medical check-ups and tests for prostate cancer.
One appointee said his rural background and 30 years experience as a hairdresser and hair colour salesman made him uniquely suited to the role. Two of the others co-wrote a paper that claims homosexuality is a mental disorder and that gay people are more likely to molest children.
Hopefully, since they haven't drawn the same amount of press coverage, the remaining "ambassadors" might actually have some credibility.
Which was what adding a Magritte codpiece to Google search did for my Series Magritte.sillion: n. An extremely high number of hits on a literary blog. [Middle English, from Old French milion, probably from Old Italian milione, augmentative of mille, thousand, from Latin; combined with the Modern American poetic nominative (Ron) Silliman.]
I have always thought
of the subject as
Italian. The patriarch of
a transported family, sugar
cane growers in North
Queensland, the first here,
able to speak a little
English, his wife far less
because she never mixed
outside the community. He
is a picture on the wall
or a watcher at the festival
parade, no breath left
to play the tuba in the
marching band, no longer
able to keep in step
with a step he never really
was in step with. Eyes
on an embellished past as a
diminishing present passes by.
I see echoes of my father
also. Non-Italian. Freemason.
The attache case with the regalia
hidden inside, the pearled
candelabra reminding me
of jewels & embroidered
aprons. He never talked to me
about it. I never asked. He
never talked because I didn’t
ask. I never asked because
he never talked about it. Round
& round. We never came close.
Never a liberator. Quite
the reverse. A tight hold
on the family. Rationed
freedom. We escaped by
becoming birds or keys or
pipes or wineglasses. Every-
day objects that could always
be replaced. He never
noticed. The space inside
the outline is as it has always
been, a shadow of himself, how
he’d always seen us. The
eyes in the pearled lorgnette
are mother’s eyes. She is
held tightly. A second cane.
"Dylan and I were having coffee in Paris a few years ago. He was doing Hallelujah in concert and asked me how long it took to write. 'Oh, the best part of two years.' He said, 'Two years?' Kinda shocked.
And then we started talking about a song of his called I And I. I said, 'How long did you take to write that?' He said, 'Oh, the best part of 15 minutes.' I almost fell off my chair.
And the thing is I lied. Actually, it took me closer to five years. Of course he lied, too. It probably took him 10 minutes."
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"Who else would have eight tomato plants with individual trelisses and only come up with 590 tomatoes?"
—E.R.T.; The Blind Chatelaine's Keys, 11/9/08
for Eileen Tabios—
is counting tomatoes
He put words in my mouth.
I do not like the taste
of them, I said. Certainly
I have used them all before
but they feel strange
in this context, have no real
meaning to me. This is not
how I would arrange them.
Spit them out & let me
look at them again, he said.
So I did. Out they came —
American terrorists fucking.
Arab mother burning.
An advisor hurried up &
whispered in his ear. Let me re-
arrange them for you said
George W. when the advisor
had finished. Swallow them
again, taste them, roll them around
in your mouth & see how they feel
now, how they sound. Say
them over & over, like one
of those Buddhist montereys or
manta rays or whatever
they are called. Remember too
that you are either for us or
against us, a friend or an enemy —
there is no middle ground.
I put his words in my mouth again.
I tried what he said. Tasted them
as they came out. This time
they had a ring to them that I could learn
to live with. Hate mother-fucking anti-
American flag-burning Arab terrorists.
I tried them again & they felt even
better the second time around. Now
I use them all the time. I am proud
to be called a friend of the President.
a couple of highly symbolic acts—
Guantanamo Bay closed, the signing
of an international emissions protocol
a number of "liberal" laws enacted
mixed in with a couple of "conservative" ones
to show that an Obama Administration
is center- not far-left
little visible change to the political landscape
so that you begin to wonder
just who you voted for
recession named outright instead of being the
word that dares not speak its name
money still remain tight
but the rich getting richer
Sarah Palin made-over
with a liberalizing moisturiser
& a trendy wardrobe
to hide the neocon underwear
that's emblazoned with 2012
U.S. forces still in Iraq at the beginning of 2010
more U.S. forces being sent to Afghanistan
& the first use of "surge" in that context
the phrase "that'll be done
in the next term of office"
being used more & more
disappointment, because things aren't moving as fast & as far as you'd hoped
"The election of Obama — a man of mixed ethnicity, at once comfortable in the world and utterly representative of 21st-century America — would, at a stroke, reverse our country's image abroad and refresh its spirit at home. His ascendance to the presidency would be a symbolic culmination of the civil- and voting- rights acts of the 1960s and the century-long struggles for equality that preceded them. It could not help but say something encouraging, even exhilarating, about the country, about its dedication to tolerance and inclusiveness, about its fidelity, after all, to the values it proclaims in its textbooks. At a moment of economic calamity, international perplexity, political failure and battered morale, America needs both uplift and realism, both change and steadiness. It needs a leader temperamentally, intellectually and emotionally attuned to the complexities of our troubled globe. That leader's name is Barack Obama."