Always Been Cautious

side 1

side 2

Always been cautious. Don’t ever follow girls
around, because Christ didn’t. Essentially fool’s gold.
Although Bathsheba caught David. Elicited fortuitous glances
and balmy caresses, delighted eyes, forked grins.
As bumblebees crowd dahlias, exciting flowery groans
and bud-crushed dances, earth-flooded, green
as blood, certainly David enjoyed forbidden goods.

Albeit briefly. Caught, denied, ensnared, forgiven — got
a baby, cheated death, escaped from God’s
anger, but crushed, despite ecstacy, forever grieving
and blasted, crying dry-eyed for Garden’s
alluvial beauty, crystalline droplets ending frozen, gone –
as Bathsheba. Crumbling dynasty ensuring future generations’
agony, because coupling deposed eternity’s favorite Goliath.

B=A=R=R=Y=B=O=N=D=S

“So sorry, Dad,
son a bad boy,”
says nosy boss —
Sonny annoy’d by
ban on body drano
and boy-boobs.
“Yo soy sad,” sob boys
and do a noon rosary.
“Darn!” broods bard.
“Dandy!” barbs Dr.
“Sorry” nods Dad as
boos bar brass door.
No ardor as Barry
robs Aaron. And
nobody roars.

T=I=N=A=Z=I=G=O=N

A giant in Oz,
ain’t got a zit,
zag an’ go on
gazing again,
got in an inning,
ant go zig-zag
on Zinnia, not
into Zion, to
Giza! A tag,
no gain. At noon,
a tint, a tan,
too: gag on an
onion, Gaia.
In nano anni,
annoint Agni.
An agonizing gait,
angina a go-go,
notation: not
tin, in toto,
ingot. A gat,
a goon, a gang,
agog at Anzio.
A notion: Gong
a toon, attain
a Titian. A
nation! At noon:
azan.

Fibonacci Sequence #1

the

light

seen through

thick and thin

darkens, a wave comes in

the form of a bird
call, then abrupt

silence, which is equal to
dark and also its
opposite, attempt to be

too many things at once, long
tailfeathers quickly gliding and
gone over the roof into trees –
echo of light, dark quiet.

Just sit here and wait. Field glasses
too narrow to take it all in. Flutter
of wings, wind, mind, drop

what you’re doing and listen.
Thickness upon thickness, dream
upon dream. Over, out.

It will come back. It will
come back.

Match strike. Sharp
intake of

breath. Almost
there.

Through the

light,

seen.

Read Andrew’s Fibonacci poem here (while it lasts) (scroll down to “Fibonacci’s Dawn”)

Coromandel and Is It the King? Reviewed

This review is temporarily under (re)construction — the editor

The Party’s Over…

But what a month it was.

zizou
The perfect summary for World Cup 2006

Sure, this wasn’t the greatest World Cup ever, but it was still a monthlong football-fest with the best players in the world going head to head, and it only happens once every four years. And it was the first time I was able to more or less drop everything and watch it, and the first time I had someone watching it with me who cared about it (and knew more about the teams and players) than I did. (At least at first…) I was rooting for France and for long stretches of the game they played better, but what the hell — Italy was deserving (although no one deserves to win or lose on PK’s).
And it wouldn’t be right to close my Cup coverage without thanking Germany again — the team and the country — for providing excitement and atmosphere. The good vibes continued in the third-place game, where the host team easily took care of the villainous Portuguese.

So my folks are in town and we had a few local friends over — “San Martians” as Tina calls them — to watch the final and sample some of the mole I made from my friend Pat’s Mexican cookbook.

woof
My dad gets to know Q

i'm with her
Andrew and Melissa

the enemy
Stacy (wearing the uniform of the enemy) and Steve

So from now on, I plan to write about poetry here — which is, after all, what this blog is supposed to be about. I’ll do short reviews of the giant stack of small press books that I have on my bookshelf, and post some of the Oulipo-like assignments and results that Andrew Neuendorf and I have been working on. (Well, maybe I will write about baseball a little bit, and of course I’ll keep posting about Cat Claw Cove…)

World Cup Winding Down

As we near the end of this World Cup, I just wanted to reflect on some of the things I’ve been thankful for (or annoyed by) this summer. First, a brief nod to Zidane and France for dismissing the dreaded Portugese

the man
Is it too late to jump on the bandwagon?

As for what’s annoying, you really have to read some of the obnoxious, pitiful whining from this man

cry
One (German) word for you: schadenfreude

in the aftermath of an admittedly less-than-stirring French win yesterday. To me, it’s poetic justice that France won a PK against Portugal, the diving-est, dirtiest team in the tournament, and that the ref (apparently the same one who butchered U.S.-Italy?) was having none of their antics on the other side. In the end, Portugal was undone by their inability to leave off the flopping and just play soccer, as Italy had done so beautifully the day before. They still had numerous chances to tie it, as the French went into a defensive shell that marks them as clear underdogs in the final on Sunday.

But the fact that they’re there at all is one thing I’m thankful for.

I’m also thankful for Univision, which provided a much-needed alternative to the droll commentary on ESPN etc. Gooooooooool!

I’m annoyed by this (you can read more about it here)

get up
Get up! Get up!

I’m thankful for an exciting German side and Jürgen Klinsmann, even though they went down to a superior Italian team. In that same vein, gracious thanks to Ghana, Mexico, Ecuador, and yes, even the U.S., for providing moments of high excitement and promise for the future.

Needless to say I’m annoyed with FIFA and the plethora of red and yellow cards, dubiously culminating in their shameful decision to suspend Torsten Frings for a love-swipe after the Argentina quarterfinal. Overall, the reffing has been — I was going to type “fair” — let’s just say it hasn’t changed the outcome of any of the games from the quarterfinals on (with the possible exception of the above-mentioned, but that was FIFA, not an individual ref). Prior to that I can think of no less than three matches that I saw that were hugely altered by outright gaffes or over-reactions: Italy-U.S. (no need to say more); Italy-Australia (total dive for the PK); and of course the Dutch-Portugal bloodbath. Then there was the Rooney incident and of course, the double-yellow/no red in Croatia-Australia, which I didn’t see. (All of which led one blogger to ask, “which was the worst refereed game you saw?” Frankly, I can’t decide.) I’m not even counting U.S-Ghana here, which feels like small potatoes compared to some of these.

Bottom line: I’m all for cracking down, but FIFA needs to get its shit together sooner and give the refs (and players) time to adjust. Let’s face it: The officiating was a fiasco. The refs were calling every little nudge and touch early on, which led to dives, which led to chaos (see Dutch-Portugal, above). A side-effect was great players like Zidane and Deco having to sit out important games from accumulation of yellows. Finally the worst of the refs seem to have been weeded out, and the teams are playing soccer, but it took till the semis to figure this shit out? Please.

But I’d like to end this penultimate World Cup Rant with a few really great things I’m thankful for: the life and nature here at Cat Claw Cove

hello
Right outside the kitchen window

Playing with Q down by the river

fun
He’s the one in the water

and last but certainly not least, a great girlfriend to watch and enjoy and rant about the games with

fun
Big smile on Cat Claw Road