All your arching parts are great in Bronze Age senses of the word: enthralling form of a horseback desert bowman tautly drawn to raid some valley decadence, a sword to coax from serfs and sandstone towering, scowling traces of you. The colonnade where you first made me stand a bedrock plinth for tributary calves, Old… Continue reading monument (for Z.)
Author: andrew
the Secretary’s advice
“For goodness sakes, this is the 21st century. We’ve got to get over what happened 50, 100, 200 years ago and let’s make money for everybody. That’s the best way to try to create some new energy and some new growth in Africa.” -Hillary Clinton, June 2010 We are all grown-ups here. Those teenage years… Continue reading the Secretary’s advice
Orbis Spike
The atmosphere recorded the mass death, slavery and war that followed 1492. The death by smallpox and warfare of an estimated 50 million native Americans—as well as the enslavement of Africans to work in the newly depopulated Americas—allowed forests to grow in former farmlands. By 1610, the growth of all those trees had sucked enough… Continue reading Orbis Spike
spring clinging
Four old (five years!) poems from an internet shoebox cleared of spiders: B. splendens Oil-neon, leonine, from the dark clotted thing it was, a jarred betta pushed by a child’s accident against a mirror tumesces. It is exactly the libido of an anchorite unexpected in the tent of a perfumed eunuch: effulgence in excess of… Continue reading spring clinging