February 22, 2008
“Our candidate’s rival has just been photographed subduing and frolicking with a lion. The image is indelible. Messianic. ‘Lamb Lays Down With The Lion.’ The international press is stunned, the evangelicals are holding prayer meetings. Yesterday Lamb was effeminate and now he’s the damn King of the Jungle. Ladies and gentlemen, if we don’t hit [...]
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February 20, 2008
Red blood
Red bones
Pink quick,
Nails thick and white, polished.
Green suit
Soft chair
Plush beard
Lips with crumbs at the corners.
From the shadows of the jungle
From a window
From a plane
See the oilfields glowing
A bandy-legged union
A hammers’ chorus sings
“No-one in the dirt alone!
In the dirt together!
Builder, rigger, tailor, poet
In the dirt together.”
In work forget
The tyranny of
Kings and saints, investors, scholars,
Dream
Perfumed by burning [...]
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February 15, 2008
“Grandpa, he promised.”
“I heard him.”
“Dad’s not a liar.”
“Kevin, he doesn’t make promises like you and I make promises, like grandma makes a promise. Like we should make a promise.”
He promises like my dad made promises, like a doctor makes a promise, like an old indian makes promises.
George always made the biggest promises. He had promised [...]
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