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PERSPECTIVE: ‘Is Your Town Nineveh?’ BY MARIANNE MOORE

Why so desolate? 
  in phantasmagoria about fishes, 
    what disgusts you? Could 
      not all personal upheaval in 
        the name of freedom, be tabooed? 
 
Is it Nineveh 
  and are you Jonah 
    in the sweltering east wind of your wishes? 
      I myself, have stood 
        there by the acquarium, looking 
          at the Statue of Liberty. 
 By Marianne Moore

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PERSPECTIVE: ‘To a Strategist’ By Marianne Moore

You brilliant Jew,
You bright particular chameleon, you
Regild a shabby fence.

They understood
Your stripes and particolored mind, who could
Begrudge you prominence

And call you cold!
But when has prejudice been glad to hold
A lizard in its hand—

A subtle thing?
To sense fed on a fine imagining,
Sound sense is contraband.

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Death of the Muse

I had plans for us,
had a future all lined up.
But the futures didn’t cease
with the Shunt of a bus;
plans simply turned Peace
when we turned Grownup.

‘Leave the flowers for the table’

Leave the flowers for the table, boy,
leave the chocolates in the pantry.
Take your case and get to work;
hold your fancies off til Sundays,

then distract yourself with unknowns
and live a life of maybes.
Leave the flowers for the table, boy,
keep your heart no more than sundry.

Blog 24/04/19

I know, I know! It’s been a minute since I last wrote one of these things. However, in my defence, I’m terribly lazy. Anyways, I’ve had some thinkings over the last wee while and figured I’d write something for nobody to read. (more…)

To Balto, To Togo, To All The Good Boys

When Hell froze over,
you sprinted for infinity.
Granted, to run
seemed your sole affinity,

but simply doing
your simple love
made all the difference
‘tween nil and enough.

So thank you for Nome,
and thank you for hope;
may you ever tread prints
in the freshest of snow.

PERSPECTIVE: ‘Fear is Hope’ BY MARIANNE MOORE

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