Thursday, September 30, 2004


Says Electra:

—I need a moral good and evil now,
Something above the quotidian good and bad,
Something above the puritan right and wrong,
And if such shou’d not prove available,
Then this is much more serious than I thought.

Wednesday, September 29, 2004


Arachne, gathering more concisely her anger:
—I see them in their black sarcophagi,
Above the people so efficiently,
Untouchable, the dead kings of the land.

The world's so slowly made, says Arachne,
And with its truths so slowly turned to use.

Tuesday, September 28, 2004


Got leaders, got a great many leaders declined, superannuated,
     tested to destruction,
These odd little autocrats, great steersmen, helmsmen,
Whether men of steel or princes of peace,
The overkill not only in the adjectives but in the nouns as

Monday, September 27, 2004


Says Iphigenia:

Each year I greet as though my lover arrived,
Well-favoured and debonair, I feel,
And he's got swoonsome written all over him,
Champagne and roses and warmth in the cold,
I welcome him as the year that will sweep me from my

But as each year in succession predeceases,
Badly let down, betrayed, I must shuffle to the next.

Sunday, September 26, 2004


Sometimes the road from gulch and Tombstone lifts and Providence
     large-lettered blares; debate at this, but there is no debate.

Saturday, September 25, 2004


The Muses, strange in the dotted clouds and skys,
Strange in the jumbled rocks and hills,
Strange in the threading boulevards,
Strange in the solid houses placed on addresses all their long
Strange in all lands as fleeting visitors, vortices, engrossing
     what is known,
Straight lines shivered in their certainty,
The Muses create—the Muses also destroy.

Friday, September 24, 2004


Repentance, too lascivious,
Nor consolation, which ices the passions to unusable.

Thursday, September 23, 2004


As for our glorious leader...
As for Aquila, apology, he doesn’t know, but talks of we
     and everyone, when truly should say I.

Wednesday, September 22, 2004


Everyman is home and ensconced while Heracles demonstrates
     himself against dogs and fire-breathers,
Everyman watches, Everyman has good envy,
That their envy unites with frisson and fetish in them is their
     original sin.

Tuesday, September 21, 2004


This land a land where simpletons hang from gibbets,
The hemp as firm, the death as perfectly complete
As if the hangman thought the guilt were so.

Monday, September 20, 2004


Says Bellerophon:
Turned in the night a bobsleigh ride and sweated,
Asked of Vendetta that the cup be taken from me,
She smiled.
I avert my eyes constantly from her proposition,
Poised there irremovable, nothing that cou’d be replaced
     in my soul.

Sunday, September 19, 2004


Electra, she ‘s always at the balancing of her sword on any
     fulcrum, that the hilt is near and the point is far,
The hand is balanced to the sword because the eye has
     watched the sword,
The will is prepared, without blemish;
The twittering of draughts and breezes,
The shiver of passing pedestrians,
The quiver of Richter two or three, far, antipodean,
The chaos of a butterfly beating its wings,
She ‘s got the job of Klaitemnestra on her mind.

Saturday, September 18, 2004


The Alban dispute between sacred and pauper, which
     is a mixed matter,
One is prosperous, the other unholy,
Surely they do not commute, but Alba swears that they do.

Friday, September 17, 2004


They say Democracy, the people enthroned, but the word
     arrives peculiar,
As if warped to opposite just to gain an exit from their
     crooked mouths.

Thursday, September 16, 2004


Where then the gods, on your person,
Or behind, as the backdrop you could never evade?

Wednesday, September 15, 2004


Hell must be a place of laughter,
Which rolls the caverns in everlasting oratorio brilliant
     bashing against the shriven heads sweat-streamed,
A grand marquis of Hell twinkling with sedentary noblesse
     oblige while his minions enjoy their fun,
The sinner and their shame, that double act.

Tuesday, September 14, 2004


Says Minerva:
—Great Deus created the sexes as an abyss,
And betrays her fury, that the resplendence of the earth
     shou’d point so directly at war.

Monday, September 13, 2004


Eighth-day creation, thirteenth tribe, involuntarily in this
Born and it is a citizen who is born—instantly, a gift not
     begged for.

Sunday, September 12, 2004


Whereas each day is the province of a single god, at night
     they copulate,
And so to lie between the two, in the strife between
     Woden and Thor,
Or a bashful Freya and Saturn in their indecision,
When the drop of the date, that trauma, is a desparation at
     deepest midnight,
While humans sleep through and wake numbed to the doing.

Saturday, September 11, 2004


Bellerophon said:
I will make no monster in my path,
Refusing both fear and anger, which are the births of
By knowledge, I defeat the process ordained.

Friday, September 10, 2004


To be the way the wind is blowing—
Atop the high steeple, its weathervane of tin, a shark, whether mako,
     reef, or white,
No special species or denomination, but Icthys, the people enter
     through its jaws.

Thursday, September 09, 2004


The Furies say: Travel, only travel,
Through this small world whose monarch is decay,
Only in movement can there be life.
And Bellerophon: I have nothing to mourn, nothing to
Nothing to emulate and nothing to reject,
I am the blue blank mirror of a lake,
I am the exact face of snow on the glacier,
No action is put upon me, and no reaction to this,
I have nothing to move towards and nothing to gain.
The Furies say: Be within Time.

Wednesday, September 08, 2004


Diana is warden of the panoptikon,
Heaven, the core, sleeplessly informed of the outer, wilder
     ambit of earth,
The outpost of empire, where vice and sedition grow best
     their bloom,
And if one termite mortal so stealthy
Should think to use the emerald crevices of forest,
The opal confusions of stream,
Or any such obscurity for a hidingplace,
The archeress has a barbed gaze to penetrate,
Demagogue who made the paths, equally to be negotiated.

Tuesday, September 07, 2004


A vault in your head, Electra, that is discredited,
Just the one among several, chambers full of logical propositions
You are far too sentimental,
Accept the liquidations of the State, the showtrials, the necessary
Something to buoy the people, they are making grace.

Monday, September 06, 2004


Since I am only a skeleton,
Patriotism slips between my bones and is soon gone.

Sunday, September 05, 2004


We shall have to kill you, if you refuse to believe,
They said, as the uncroyable finally caught up.
—Non l’avrei giammai creduto, ma farò quel que potrò,
as Orestes the Dissoluto
lights last cigarette
from their pentecostal flames.

—I shall stand firm, though it means the long drop,
Too late now for any different—a different me, I ‘d not live
     happily with him,
And still seems to own something of a smirk,
Dissoluto, is it to be the drab burger and fries the posse decree
     for you,
In their expeditiousness, now that they ‘ve arrived,
Or will you demand such caviares as Beluga and make them
     take another vile long time in the assembling?

Saturday, September 04, 2004


Neptune has frozen the sea,
From the green mass carves imitation thunderbolts, hurls
     them at the people,
And though he kills one or two with these weapons that melt,
The people laugh at him—
You are only an uncle and brother, let 's laugh at you, they say.

Friday, September 03, 2004


The rain is become snow, and the city's towers,
Wraithed by the storm, to their evil more exactly;
Knowing nothing else, they will continue
Even though their obituary is on the stocks.

The snow will take away the reticulation of avenues,
Maps murdered under the white, but the people will walk the same
They will go to their same old homes,
They will greet their same partner,
They will sleep a while longer,
But labours done without salary will be a disorder,
Humans will be their own confusion, such disarray.

Thursday, September 02, 2004


Those three rather ripened mothers in their beauty contest, locked
     suspicious each on each,
Lively, but with their signs of decomposition,
And Paris, wading in foolishness long-craved, now starts for
     fright, noticing.

Wednesday, September 01, 2004


In medias res unweave a way of sure return
This saga at its middle, to survey by clues
What has been achievement
What has been delay
And from the halfway chaos predict the finished human.
Then not to call a halt, continue and dissect
The precocious egg, find what was sprung ab ovo
What was personally done to personal detriment
And what was done by force majeure.