December 24, 2012

once in the morning and once at night


Saul Leiter, snow, 1960

Christmas Morning Without Presents: The Depression, Granite City, Illinois
-- Ellery Akers

It is 1929. The moon falls on the floor,
the pantry is empty, beans hardening like rocks in the
cans.
No, you did not expect this.
The same cracked wall with its stains,
odor of your mother's cleaning fluid,
curtains with their clean hems,
blowing in and out.
You touch the bones and lumps of the chair,
the broken wireless with its dial, you pick up a spoon,
and it's cold. A clock ticks. The chipped plates
fill up with the moon.
You look back at the window,
tubes and vats of the factories
quiet for once.
The garbage truck rolls up the alley,
the bristles of the streetcleaner's brush rasp on the
pavement.
Your hand closes on the doorknob, quietly.
You begin to carry the stone of your childhood:
The moon. The empty room. It will be yours.


* Jingle Bells, by Will Oldham and the Anonomoanon


Sad Advice
-- Robert Creeley

If it isn't fun, don't do it.
You'll have to do enough that isn't.

Such is life, like they say,
no one gets away without paying

and since you don't get to keep it
anyhow, who needs it.

1 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

re: stocking stuffer

Took your advice and checked out Will Oldham on Bonnie Prince Billy (with Alan Licht) from the public library here in Philly. Good Stuff. So, thanks for the heads up...

And Happy Holidays to you!

-- Allan Smithee

11:36 AM  

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