Tuesday, December 06, 2005



Anonymous Anonymous said...

Beautiful, beautiful. How about another "Poem for Germany"?

These things too have their uncertain place
In the drama of forgetting and holding on.
With a lugubrious winter light doing its best
To be decadent in the Southern sky
Haven't we learned this minor miracle,
A blurred vision of unfocused densities
Packing the bustled avenues between baroque
Structures, bricolage of fabled dwellings
Serving no discernable purpose other than
Complement to the the tremendous air.
There's no time for maps -- do not spoil the puzzle
Of these labyrinthine moments with
Fascinations devoted to casual facts.
We will serch for nothing but what offers itself
In the outrageousness of its own presence.

10:25 AM  
Blogger childhood bibliophile said...

I love the red picture of you. Nicole

2:01 PM  
Blogger kfd313 said...

Oh god! I want to go back!!!!!
Do you have any pics of the Necker at night? I just wrote about it and it sorely needs a n illustration.

BTW, I heart you.

6:04 PM  

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