This tree occupied the foreground.
[daily log: walking, 3.5km; retailing, 6hr]
Day: April 6, 2022
Caveat: a piece / of ripened memory
Part of Speech ...and when "the future" is uttered, swarms of mice rush out of the Russian language and gnaw a piece of ripened memory which is twice as hole-ridden as real cheese. After all these years it hardly matters who or what stands in the corner, hidden by heavy drapes, and your mind resounds not with a seraphic "doh", only their rustle. Life, that no one dares to appraise, like that gift horse's mouth, bares its teeth in a grin at each encounter. What gets left of a man amounts to a part. To his spoken part. To a part of speech.
– Joseph Brodsky (Russian-American poet, 1940-1996)
Caveat: Poem #2074 “Cage of lions and I”
ㅁ Cage of lions and I we are two things Secure within immutability safe inside my sphere I pound my head against its walls begging to be free. Then a man with silver key cracks my prison sets me free. I grab some glue, I gasp for breath I beg the man to take his key, and go away. Patching sphere repairing cracks I turn around and pound my head against its other walls. I know the answer I have asked the questions but no one tells me how Dog and bug are in a room. A green plant.
– a free-form poem. This poem is a “guest post” from my own past: I wrote this poem while in high school, in 1982. I transcribed to my “retroblog” in 2010.