grasping, so, he places the paper,
made flat to stack, in the
storeroom, these notes that will
grow grey, then golden, over the
course, the term of years set down
in inky black, always more and
more, and more again, singularly
unsurfeited he is, the small
voice in his soul bellowing, belligerent,
in polyester trousers, crowned with
beads of sweat, the veins roping out
of his neck, coursing blue--he
cannot
get
enough
to satisfy the counting-house of
his mind, the calculations of
compounding interest lulling him,
finally,
into fretful sleep
28 December 2009
Lucy in Her Courtyard (or "Pride")
Lucy tosses her locks, superb in
this sylvan suburb of
pleasant oaks and holly-hocks,
the ivy curling round the grandly
gated house, her
haughty step a clattering of
well-shod hooves upon
the paving stones carved to
her exact specifications,
caressing her barefoot soles as
she ensures that the
neighbors see only the
best and brightest
made her adornments, the
stones ground and cut, displayed
in her hair, glittering tiara
hiding a baser metal, the
manacles, too, mind-forged, she
seeks to place round his wrists,
this young one, lean like
a whippet, head laid upon
her lap
this sylvan suburb of
pleasant oaks and holly-hocks,
the ivy curling round the grandly
gated house, her
haughty step a clattering of
well-shod hooves upon
the paving stones carved to
her exact specifications,
caressing her barefoot soles as
she ensures that the
neighbors see only the
best and brightest
made her adornments, the
stones ground and cut, displayed
in her hair, glittering tiara
hiding a baser metal, the
manacles, too, mind-forged, she
seeks to place round his wrists,
this young one, lean like
a whippet, head laid upon
her lap
21 December 2009
23 November 2009
12 November 2009
11 November 2009
On Veterans Day
Let us remember that "People sleep peaceably in their beds at night only because rough men stand ready to do violence on their behalf." George Orwell (1903-1950)
05 November 2009
"So Like the Phoenix" to be published in The Mount Vernon Times
"So Like the Phoenix" -- which appears on this blog, is to be published in the next issue of The Mount Vernon Times newspaper.
This issue is due to be distributed throughout the City of Mount Vernon and should be available shortly.
This issue is due to be distributed throughout the City of Mount Vernon and should be available shortly.
19 October 2009
Third Broadcast over USTREAM.TV
MaryAnn's third broadcast was made this morning over USTREAM.TV
This one was shorter than the last so (hopefully) will be uploaded to YouTube without any difficulties.
Check it out:
http://www.ustream.tv/MaryAnnMcCarra
Cheers,
MaryAnn
This one was shorter than the last so (hopefully) will be uploaded to YouTube without any difficulties.
Check it out:
http://www.ustream.tv/MaryAnnMcCarra
Cheers,
MaryAnn
09 October 2009
Another reading broadcast live via USTREAM.TV!!!
Another reading-- (this time of some older work from the nineties....)-- was broadcast live this morning over USTREAM.TV
Apparently this is in the process of being uploaded to YouTube. We'll see how that goes.....
Apparently this is in the process of being uploaded to YouTube. We'll see how that goes.....
07 October 2009
I Celebrate
I celebrate the rising of
the sun, I salute you,
yes, as we pass each other on
the street,
the divine in your eyes, in the
slouch of your hat, your hands,
stabbed into your pockets
so
I sing of the generations before
and after us, crops raised and
crops failed, the fresh-mixed cement
and the mortar crumbling to dust
of buildings with windows bricked over
to keep out the light, as we two
ride the rails, watching the passing
scenery, my country tis
as they serve us neatly plated breakfast
our hands break their hold
soybeans now, and more soybeans, then
corn, and more corn, far west of
that coast where we
first stepped down to touch earth
now we head for the mountains
I sing of children sleeping in safety
as the sun drops from sight, of
hope ever dawning in the heart, of
forever-freedom from want and fear
I sing and celebrate you, who
held my hand as the tape played
over and again, those oft-voiced
melodies, the old sweet songs, evermore
the sun, I salute you,
yes, as we pass each other on
the street,
the divine in your eyes, in the
slouch of your hat, your hands,
stabbed into your pockets
so
I sing of the generations before
and after us, crops raised and
crops failed, the fresh-mixed cement
and the mortar crumbling to dust
of buildings with windows bricked over
to keep out the light, as we two
ride the rails, watching the passing
scenery, my country tis
as they serve us neatly plated breakfast
our hands break their hold
soybeans now, and more soybeans, then
corn, and more corn, far west of
that coast where we
first stepped down to touch earth
now we head for the mountains
I sing of children sleeping in safety
as the sun drops from sight, of
hope ever dawning in the heart, of
forever-freedom from want and fear
I sing and celebrate you, who
held my hand as the tape played
over and again, those oft-voiced
melodies, the old sweet songs, evermore
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