Dog, knowing his name spelled backwards
is God, still has doubts. Would a rational, beneficent
God create Pomeranians? Dog doesn’t think so.
Six of them tangle now on the other side of the fence,
a chaotic, irritating Pilobolus of ratdog fury, gone
berserk over the simple fact that Dog is lifting
his leg on the rhododendron in their front yard.
The sound is that of rabid mosquitoes on meth…
not pleasant. But with God, one never knows. Perhaps
they are yet another test, tedious as this gets, being
Job. Perhaps He has His reasons. Dog wanders
away from the glistening rhodi leaves, the nightmarish
noise and looks to the sky, pewter as usual. Why Pomeranians?
Dog asks silently, Why? He realizes this question, although
in other languages, other forms, has been asked
a million times before, and will be asked a million
times again. And that no answer will ever come, no
answer clear as a righteous bark on a moonlit night.
Friday, February 20, 2009
Monday, February 9, 2009
Dog Treads Lightly on the Day
Jewels in the trees
the asphalt glazed with ice
Dog treads lightly
on this world
Even his breath, soft
white cumulus huffs
is beautiful. Above,
four crows in one tree
squawk at seven crows
in the adjacent tree. Dog
gives them a look. “Chill,”
it says, “chill.” The day
is clear as ice, sharp
as glass.
the asphalt glazed with ice
Dog treads lightly
on this world
Even his breath, soft
white cumulus huffs
is beautiful. Above,
four crows in one tree
squawk at seven crows
in the adjacent tree. Dog
gives them a look. “Chill,”
it says, “chill.” The day
is clear as ice, sharp
as glass.
Thursday, February 5, 2009
Google Books vs Pierre Bourdieu
For anyone wishing to read an excellent description and forecast for Google Books (is it really going to evolve into the world's largest book business?) check out the article Google & Books by Robert Darnton, director of Harvard's Library, in the February 12 New York Review of Books.
Wednesday, February 4, 2009
Bail Out the Book Industry
Katha Pollitt's column makes a lot of sense, and good reading. Check it out.
Monday, February 2, 2009
Brave New World
Having just finished Huxley's disturbing dystopic masterpiece Brave New World, and then getting a moderate dose of Superbowl commercials, it seems we are devolving toward a similar future. Commercial (late capitalistic) America utilizes continual messaging (subliminal and not) that defines what a man and a woman in this culture should be. The picture is not pretty. Approved = young, perfectly formed/great looking (although remarkably similar in appearance), superficial, happy, consumptive, addicted to tactile pleasures; Disapproved = introspective/thoughtful, passionate, compassionate, diseased, frugal (or poor), different. While we are still a long way from the Contolled production of genotypes and slaves, there is a path blazed.
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