The India Song Photo Series by
Karen Knorr for her amazing use of color:
The film
Black Swan for being equal parts creepy, disturbing and beautiful:
The Poetry of
Mary Ruefle
for making my imagination gurgle.
Speak, Zero
There was a morning bowl of cereal
and we sugared it
Then mother took the bowl away
Then mother took the bowl
Years of which I have no time
One by one they reached into the sea
and took the lightkeepers out of the lighthouses
Then they took the lighthouses out of the sea
Thus the world falls back on its original plan
The dolls washed up on shore not far from here
and the wild horses who come and lick their faces
There is nothing definite about you
but you happen in detail
From finches we take feathers for our hats
From us they take hair for their nests.
The one veritable transitory power
is your right to hide
And despite the early hour, the papaya was empty
neatly scraped, never slept in
Nothing clarifies the mind like a death sentence
Because reading is a kind of sleep
and sleep a kind of music
Yet I'm crazy for your incredibly purple face,
the way you keep seeds in your pocket