Tuesday, January 10, 2012

Wednesday, January 4, 2012

Tuesday, December 27, 2011

Monday, September 5, 2011

'Now Pay attention. I'll try to be clear. I know these things
are difficult and obscure, but I am full of the hope
of fame: it's as if the thyrsus of Dionysus had struck
my mind, even as my love of the Muses urged me onward
to attempt untrodden paths on the heights of their sacred
mountain.

I love to discover fresh springs that nobody else has drunk
from,
to pluck new flowers and weave a chaplet for my brow
from fields where no one has ever ventured before and the
Muses
have never recognized with this token of novel
achievement.'

-Lucretius, De Rerum Natura
David R. Slavitt trans.

Thursday, June 23, 2011

Friday, June 17, 2011

Wednesday, June 8, 2011

honeyed

honeysuckle
wild honeysuckle
scenting the freeway
some exotic tea
why didn't anyone tell me?

who takes for granted
deep dripping
intoxicant
turning this june
into
the hot
languid
oozing
golden
drops of sex?

Am I the
only one?

Monday, June 6, 2011

Tuesday, May 31, 2011

pollen count headache

for Jeffers

are we
the dna
of a planet
which will soon
miosis or mitosis?

we are not
like the dinosaurs
sheer material enough
to fuel
the energy needs
of a new
age.

where does our
brainpower go
when we have
disappeared?

what
thought-objects
are we creating
in other dimensions?

In My Language

you stole me
from my father's ship
and I did not protest
in fact,
I ached for every minute
I could imagine
of it.

I am shameful
all my relations
I betrayed
all my relations
for a red bearded brute
(marauding punk)

Sappho, you bitch
chew on this and laugh
as you roll around
in that grave of yours.

Steve Dalachinsky