Dailies 2/22/17: looking through frames, a good date, the well & the moon, & a poem written in the middle of the night



In the Frame – Patricia Hooper

Looking out through a narrow pane
of glass in the larger window
I saw how the scene came closer
like the ones Van Gogh isolated
in his perspective frame.

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Look Up – Raymond McDaniel  


For a model of a gravity well, picture an actual well.

That the moon is minor, that the moon is lesser:

do not pity the motherfucking moon because it orbits you.

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Recuerdo – Edna St. Vincent Millay

We were very tired, we were very merry—
We had gone back and forth all night on the ferry.
It was bare and bright, and smelled like a stable—
But we looked into a fire, we leaned across a table,
We lay on a hill-top underneath the moon;
And the whistles kept blowing, and the dawn came

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Migration – Ana Božičević

I never want to get any
More new things.
I wanna wear out these shoes white
And walk on the rug till it’s perfectly

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