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_MG_4131s: photo by Ilya Shtutsa, 7 November 2017
I spend most of my time in the past.
Untitled [Istanbul]: photo by Metin Ekin, 31 December 2016
Untitled [Istanbul]: photo by Metin Ekin, 31 December 2016
_MG_4131s: photo by Ilya Shtutsa, 7 November 2017
Do Not Seek the Treasure
On everything there is to eat, I add salt.
This is the fault of the food, I believe.
Of all things that are white, I most dislike snow.
I know it’s pretty but that’s no longer enough.
To fall asleep, I dream of basketball.
I am very tall in the dream. I slam dunk.
Once, long ago, I lived in perpetual fear.
But this year I shall crush my foes to crumbs.
I hate to bathe but I like being clean.
I mean what I say, but not literally.
I wish my sister didn’t live so far away.
The day is always brighter with her in it.
I long to pray, but I’m an atheist.
I exist to escort God to the exit.
I could spend all my time talking on the phone.
You groan when I come up on your caller i.d.
When I get cold, I just put on another shirt.
When I hurt, I take a pill and watch a movie.
I spend most of my time in the past.
It’s vast and entertaining, and I know how it ends.
Untitled [Istanbul]: photo by Metin Ekin, 31 December 2016
Untitled [Istanbul]: photo by Metin Ekin, 31 December 2016
Untitled [Istanbul]: photo by Metin Ekin, 31 December 2016
Eat Me
First you carved off an arm and dipped
it in that gravy we always loved so much.
The one from our favorite restaurant
back when we would always go out
for a bite. You wiped your mouth
with your sleeve before sawing
off a leg. Yum yum, you said excitedly
as you chomped into it. I barely felt
anything, which was strange, if you
ask me. You were a mess. People
were bringing you hot towels
and Purell hand sanitizer so you
could wipe all the gook and gore
off your face and claws. I laughed
when you belched and farted.
It was only when you reached
into my open chest cavity and
yanked my heart out that I got
a little nervous. Damn, this looks
tasty, you said, smacking your lips.
Pablo Neruda said get up, row your boat,
seek consolation in sex and the earth.
His poems grew fat and happy, while
oblivion stalked him night and day.
Ashbery told us to take our hands off
the controls. Quote the voices in your
head. Work only at night, only in bed.
Do not believe a word he said.
Emily Dickinson will take you to her tomb—
I mean room—so you can see through
her in the pale moonlight. Only when you
get there, she has disappeared from view.
Marianne Moore says, see, look, there’s
unicorns and hard things, weasels and sweet
air from foreign climes. We say tell us, tell
us, please. Come down off your trapeze.
Ted Berrigan instructs us to wake up
before it’s too late. For what? At the party people
are smoking and drinking. It’s 10:27 pm, Saturday,
the city dazzling, intimate, and forever young.
When in Rome: photo by Guido Caltabiano, 10 April 2017
When in Rome: photo by Guido Caltabiano, 10 April 2017
with special dispensation of St Anthony
Temptations of St Anthony byMichelangelo (his first known painting c. 1487) #feastday: image via Joseph @joecam79, 16 January 2018
Temptations of St Anthony by Hieronymus Bosch (circa 1500) #feastday: image via Joseph @joecam79, 16 January 2018
Temptations of StAnthony byMaster of the Osservanza Triptych (c. 1435)#feastday: image via Joseph @joecam79, 16 January 2018
"It is certain that that which appeared was #gold. And Anthony marvelled at the quantity, but passed it by as though he were going over #fire; so he did not even turn, but hurried on at a #run to lose sight of the place." Life of #StAnthony #Athanasius: image via drunk_monk @drunk_monk, 17 January 2018
"His soul was free from blemish, for it was neither contracted as if by #grief, nor relaxed by #pleasure, nor possessed by #laughter or dejection, for he was not troubled when he beheld the crowd, nor #overjoyed at being saluted by so many." Life of #StAnthony #Athanasius: image via drunk_monk @drunk_monk, 17 January 2018
"For he had given such heed to what was #read that none of the things that were written fell from him to the #ground, but he remembered all, and afterwards his #memory served him for #book." Life of #StAnthony #Athanasius: image via drunk_monk @drunk_monk, 17 January 2018
Big Bird [Brighton]: photo by TAVEPONG PRATOOMWONG, 18 January 2018
Two-year-old cat 'Onis' waits to be blessed by a priest in Spain on the day of Saint Anthony, patron saint of animals: image via Reuters Pictures @reuterpictures, 21 January 2018
Temptations of St Anthony by Salvador Dali (1946) #feastday: image via Joseph @joecam79, 16 January 2018
Temptations of St Anthony byMichelangelo (his first known painting c. 1487) #feastday: image via Joseph @joecam79, 16 January 2018
Temptations of St Anthony by Hieronymus Bosch (circa 1500) #feastday: image via Joseph @joecam79, 16 January 2018
Temptations of StAnthony byMaster of the Osservanza Triptych (c. 1435)#feastday: image via Joseph @joecam79, 16 January 2018
"It is certain that that which appeared was #gold. And Anthony marvelled at the quantity, but passed it by as though he were going over #fire; so he did not even turn, but hurried on at a #run to lose sight of the place." Life of #StAnthony #Athanasius: image via drunk_monk @drunk_monk, 17 January 2018
"His soul was free from blemish, for it was neither contracted as if by #grief, nor relaxed by #pleasure, nor possessed by #laughter or dejection, for he was not troubled when he beheld the crowd, nor #overjoyed at being saluted by so many." Life of #StAnthony #Athanasius: image via drunk_monk @drunk_monk, 17 January 2018
"For he had given such heed to what was #read that none of the things that were written fell from him to the #ground, but he remembered all, and afterwards his #memory served him for #book." Life of #StAnthony #Athanasius: image via drunk_monk @drunk_monk, 17 January 2018