something different

Something different today: a poem by Wallace Stevens called “A Rabbit As King Of The Ghosts”.
The difficulty to think at the end of day,When the shapeless shadow covers the sunAnd nothing is left except light on your fur—
There was the cat slopping its milk all day,Fat cat, red tongue, green mind, white milkAnd August the [...]

pox

The new style is on hold today, I’m afraid. Much as I would like to serve up a beautiful example of trochaic tetrameter extolling the virtues of various running spots across Melbourne, I’m afraid it can’t be done.
“Why,” you ask? Well, mainly for one reason:
I’ve been gripped by some sort of pox or plague that [...]

new style

I didn’t run today because of rainbut deny strongly it was ’cause of painthat dogged my hips and knee so much last Mayand left my marathon in disarray
Notice anything yet? That’s right, no more prose, finely-crafted or otherwise, today I’m experimenting with the medium of poetry, or poesy as you might say if you were [...]

sin

Km: Tuesday - 10, Wednesday, 11. For the week - 21
I can honestly say I’ve never spent much time reading ancient Sufi poetry. To be perfectly frank, I’ve never really felt like I was missing out until today. Well, in fact, until Monday night on the train home. I read the following quote, apparently by [...]