Scrivener April 5th, 2008
4.4: How to use this body, originally uploaded by Scrivenings.
At this point,
Any number of things can go wrong:
phone can ring, vase or book can fall
from shelf, memory can quicken, love can beat
its wings against the window, and so on.
In that case read to body, give body
hot drink or bath, return body to bed,
and repeat steps two through four (above).
After severeral hours, remove body from bed
and wash.
Put body into clothes again.
Feed and love body. Do not cut, shoot,
hang, poison, or throw body from window.
Keep body from drafts and solitude.
Write us if you are happy with body, and
could we use your name in our next poem?
-David Kirby
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I’m taking the kids camping for a few days, so I won’t be around. But I’ll be taking pictures, lots of em I’m sure, and posting when we get home. Have a good weekend, y’all.
Scrivener April 3rd, 2008
4.3: peering out of my deadlight looking for another, originally uploaded by Scrivenings.
what would I do without this world faceless incurious
where to be lasts but an instant where every instant
spills into the void the ignorance of having been
without this wave where in the end
body and shadow together are engulfed
what would i do without this silence where the murmurs die
the pantings the frenzies toward succour towards love
without this sky that soars
above its ballast dust
what would I do what I did yesterday and the day before
peering out of my deadlight looking for another
wandering like me eddying far from all the living
in a convulsive space
among the voices voiceless
that throng my hiddenness
-Samuel Beckett
Scrivener March 15th, 2008
This bird wants inside, originally uploaded by Scrivenings.
But if she keeps banging
on my window,
I’m going to let her in
to see what she wants.
The poem is a collaboration between myself and Mason.
Scrivener March 2nd, 2008
I had my alarm set this morning, so the radio kicked on and just as I was coming awake this is what I heard on NPR:
There is a place in the soul that neither time, nor space, nor no created thing can touch. If you cash it out, what it means is that your identity is not equivalent to your biography and that there is a place in you where you have never been wounded, where there is still a sureness in you, where there is a seamlessness in you, and where there is a confidence and tranquility in you. And I think the intention of prayer and spirituality and love is now and again to visit that inner kind of sanctuary.
Scrivener February 20th, 2008
art awoke me: 47, originally uploaded by Scrivenings.
