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Saturday, January 28, 2006


Louis Zukofsky, 55 Poems, 1935

11

Stubbing the cloud-fields - the searchlight, high
In the roseate twilight of rain-sky, green! green spring
In the heavens mild in the spring; or down suddenly
Earthwards, plunge deep suddenly earthwards,
Like escape, stampede of cattle horns, ghastly, ghastly
Their giant heads invisible for joy, grief, cavalcade, plunge earthwards,
And into our hearts, O sacrifice,
But we emerge! (emerge upon a level roof that fronts the sky,
The skylight of your room to rear,)
So we can breathe, the rain air and the spring
Ours, till again it moves along the sky
Down or up, machine-rayed, powerful!

posted by oc  # 4:11 PM

Friday, January 20, 2006



posted by oc  # 1:34 AM

Friday, January 13, 2006


Rihako, via Ezra Pound, Cathay, 1915

Exile's Letter

To So-Kin of Rakuyo, ancient friend, Chancellor of Gen.
Now I remember that you built me a special tavern
By the south side of the bridge at Ten-Shin.
With yellow gold and white jewels, we paid for songs and laughter
And we were drunk for month on month, forgetting the kings and princes.
Intelligent men came drifting in from the sea and from the west border,
And with them, and with you especially
There was nothing at cross purpose,
And they made nothing of sea-crossing or of mountain-crossing,
If only they could be of that fellowship,
And we all spoke out our hearts and minds, without regret.
And then I was sent off to South Wei,
         smothered in laurel groves,
And you to the north of Raku-hoku
Till we had nothing but thoughts and memories in common.
And then, when seperation had come to its worst,
We met, and travelled into Sen-Go,
Through all the thirty-six folds of the turning and twisting waters,
Into a valley of the thousand bright flowers,
That was the first valley;
And into ten thousand valleys full of voices and pine-winds,
And with silver harness and reins of gold,
Out came the East of Kan foreman and his company
And there came also the 'True man' of Shi-yo to meet me,
Playing on a jewelled mouth-organ,
In the storied houses of San-Ko they gave us more Sennin music,
Many instruments, like the sound of young phoenix broods.
The foreman of Kan Chu, drunk, danced
         because his long sleeves wouldn't keep still
With that music playing,
And I, wrapped in brocade, went to sleep with my head on his lap,
And my spirit so high it was all over the heavens,
And before the end of the day we were scattered like stars, or rain.
I had to be off to So, far away over the waters,
You back to your river-bridge.

And your father, who was as brave as a leopard,
Was governor in Hei Shu, and put down the barbarian rabble.
And one May he had you send for me,
         despite the long distance.
And what with broken wheels and so on, I won't say it wasn't hard going,
Over roads twisted like sheep's guts.
And I was still going, late in the year,
         in the cutting wind from the North,
And thinking how little you cared for the cost,
        and you caring enough to pay it.
And what a reception:
Red jade cups, food well set on a blue jewelled table,
And I was drunk, and had no thought of returning.
And you would walk out with me to the western corner of the the castle,
To the dynastic temple, with water about it clear as blue jade,
With boats floating, and the sound of mouth organs and drums,
With ripples like dragon-scales, going grass-green on the water,
Pleasure lasting, with courtesans, going and coming without hindrance,
With the willow flakes falling like snow,
And the vermilioned girls getting drunk around sunset,
And the water, a hundred feet deep, reflecting green eyebrows
- Eyebrows painted green are a fine sight in young moonlight,
Gracefully painted -
And the girls singing back at each other,
dancing in transparent brocade,
And the wind lifting the song, and interrupting it,
Tossing it up under the clouds.
         And all this comes to an end.
         And is not again to be met with.
I went up to the court for examination,
Tried Layu's luck, offered the Choyo song,
And got no promotion,
         and went back to the East Mountains
         White-headed.
And once again, later, we met at the South bridge-head.
And then the crowd broke up, you went north to San palace,
And if you ask how I regret that parting:
It is like the flowers falling at Spring's end
         Confused, whirled in a tangle.
What is the use of talking, and there is no end of talking.
There is no end of things in the heart.
I call in the boy.
Have him sit on his knees here
         To seal this,
And send it a thousand miles, thinking.

posted by oc  # 2:38 PM

Sunday, January 01, 2006




Scarlett Johansson is holiday-ready in a Stella McCartney dress, $1,585. At Marshall Field’s and Neiman Marcus. Tiffany & Company Majestic Diamond Necklace, $1.3 million, and Diamond Regal Drop Pendant, $2.5 million, each set in platinum. At Tiffany & Company. Beauty note: to attain this look, try M.A.C. lipstick in Viva Glam III and nail polish in Rocker.

Happy New Year.

posted by oc  # 4:43 AM

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