Archive for May, 2010

Louise Bourgeois (1911 – 2010)

~ by way of  Pamela Robertson-Pearce ( via Claudia Drake

Shizunojo Takeshita / Fay Aoyagi, translator

短夜や乳ぜり啼く児を須可捨焉乎(すてつちまをか)   竹下しづの女

mijikayo ya chizeri naku ko o sutecchimao ka

short summer night —

shall I throw away a baby

crying for my milk

~ Shizunojo Takeshita

~ from “Gendai no Haiku” (Modern Haiku),
edited by Shobin Hirai, Kodansha, Tokyo, 1996.
Translator’s Note:  Shizunojo Takeshita
(1887-1951). This is her signature haiku.

Louise Bourgeois, Artist and Sculptor, Is Dead

Louise Bourgeois (1911 – 2010)

(see Bourgeois On Writing)

Requiem for the Gulf

video by planetjose and music, lux aeterna, by Clint Mansell

Scientific American / Slick Solution: How Microbes Will Clean Up the Deepwater Horizon Oil Spill

Scientific American: Slick Solution . . .

– Mahmoud Darwish

If the catastrophe goes on, it has gone on/ dragonflies
will mime, mummify in despair until one grows
an aardvark’s tongue, licks its wings and legs free
to procreate new “lines of flight”/ and the egret
now a brown duck, will find a ship or a rock on which to dock
beguiled and perplexed like someone saved from drowning
though not from Poseidon’s beasts/ no use trying
to hose its feathers down, no down, no downtime, or time
for this one bird when sight is set on the future
of a thousand other birds/ don’t worry
they quickly learn from the floating drift-carcasses
and dolphin logs, and from those who have survived
who will perish in their intoxicated plumes like sleeping
under car hoods in a mechanic’s garage for 5000 miles
on end, oil change, and Gulf jumbo shrimp gulping/
If all is one, one is not all/ the earth always wins for losing.

– Fady Joudah

(posted by the poet Amy King
on Poets for Living Waters
May 28, 2010)

work break –

my  smoke ring

’rounds a star


~ Donna Fleischer
November 3, 2009


~ by way of the poet Alex Dimitrov

“Let’s face it. We’re undone by each other. If this seems so clearly the case with grief, it is only because it was already the case with desire. One does not always stay intact. It may be that one wants to…but it may also be that despite one’s best efforts, one is undone, in the face of the other, by the touch, by the scent, by the feel, by the prospect of the touch, by the memory of the feel.

~ Judith Butler
(Post-Structuralist Philosopher)

~ from Psychotherapy Networker


Reality isn’t what it used to be

By Michael Ventura

Not so long ago, I taught a graduate writing seminar in which I got caught in an argument about virtual vs. “real” experience. Two students—among the brightest in the class—insisted that they could go to Rome via a computer program through which they could view every street, turn this corner and that as they pleased, look at every ruin and work of art, and their experience would be as real, as engaged, as if they’d actually been there. n “But,” said I, “a pigeon couldn’t shit on your head.”

Granting that any experience can be called “real,” in that it is an experience, I argued that there are differences in the nature of virtual and actual reality. For one thing, on your walk through a virtual Rome, you aren’t even walking: you’re sitting. And what’s Rome without the wonderful smells of food? Even if your virtual Rome is accompanied by recorded sounds of Rome, that’s nothing like the sounds of racket, traffic, music, and language, the melodious cacophony of Italian, spoken all around you. A flat screen gives you no sense of Rome behind you, and to the side of you. The rain won’t rain on you, and you won’t have to dodge crazy drivers.
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