Buoyantville... where words float.Lunch Time Notes- June 26, 2008 These past few lovely summer days, Africa on my mind: first there was Salif Keita's dazzle in a Brooklyn dusk, and last evening, Orchestra Baobab's Senegalese spin on Cuban rumba, by the shores of Hudson River. And to complement such musical feasting, two writers, previously one known and one not, inflaming an old scabby hunger (grown passive with time etc) for literature: this past week witnessed consumption of two novels from the roof of the world, Halldór Laxness's "The Fish Can...http://buoy.antville.org/stories/1810555/ Down In The Grass- June 21, 2008 Cottonwoods send white gowned emissaries to the grass - where I try To overhear the word that passes Between the nodding stalks of berries And the wind - now embroidered by The flight of skylarks, and dragonflieshttp://buoy.antville.org/stories/1808743/ Dusk Took Me In...- June 21, 2008 As I let go of Adrienne's hand On that foreign veranda - As foreign as she claimed I was to her, and as foreign As that once native ground Had become. So a foreign Dusk took me in, by the hand. And in that hand left a hunk Of dark bread. I gnaw and Gnaw on it, with a hunger (which doesn't seem to abate) For that evening I last tasted Stardust from Adrienne's mouth - Before dusk took me in, Before darkness fell.http://buoy.antville.org/stories/1808742/ Morning Music...- June 21, 2008 on repeat... Salif Keita's "Tomorrow"http://buoy.antville.org/stories/1808701/ Trompe-l'oeils- June 14, 2008 The schooner of separation, with its cargo of words is nearly at vanishing point. Waves break over driftwood beached here at my moonlit feet. No stars, not even the hiss of nebulae falling away from our planet - with its distant cities, you in one, I in another - in the whitewashed sky. All those June days of green heat & evenings we spent watching thunderstorms to the Great American Songbook- Were those deeps we reached, Adrienne, trompe-l'oeils rather than moments of a lived summer, I...http://buoy.antville.org/stories/1806164/ Excerpts From A Newspaper Article- June 12, 2008 1 "The basis for the new accusations, some of which were classified, was not disclosed at the hearing. Tribunal members acknowledged they were just as confused as the detainees about the origin of some of the allegations. "At this point, we don't know why you are being accused of being a member of the XXX Group," one military officer, whose name was redacted from the tribunal transcript, told B. "Do you have any idea why you are being connected with this group" "I don't know," B replied....http://buoy.antville.org/stories/1805638/ Hijr- June 10, 2008 1 His mind - a bone-lantern, a skull hammered into a stone-spine, above a hearth that is always stone cold - dreams of Adrienne's red tresses. It was caressed once by them - A while back - softly like smoke billowing from memories burning now, in his mind. 2 Adrienne lies in a stanza - room in Italian - she is still, sleeping. He is outside of her, a movable language written and lost when Wind sifts shadows of tree leaves Over her naked body - which is now being loved by another. The...http://buoy.antville.org/stories/1804746/ |