Posted in Humble Hamburg Musings, poems on February 28th, 2008 Comments Off
Matt, The Thrasher, gave
Her iron-dusted petals.
Their molecules kissed.
This mountain is sick.
Bird, beware all ferritin
Of a high recluse.
The mosquito blood
Sang in the shining syringe
Brown sultry music.
Na cuisleanna ag
Iompar ualaigh dearg na marbh.
Fear bréige órga.
E s´illumina
Il spaventapasseri.
Sera dei morti…
Hear that colour song -
Crimson wine, dark blueberry;
Insects have no blood?
Ease out that rice-plant .
How badly […]
Dear Dad,
Would you now trot down to me, outta your Heaven and into my splendid Garden, Dad . Praise it and de viper here, you are “a man and not a whinger” , Dad ; laud its lithe, green-and-yellow neck up for divilment , Dad. If that tongue strikes, no more the bittern will cry […]
Dear Jacopone,
stop twitching those toes!
Gentleman, certainly, mighty odd giullare, toady of God. Your shocked fingers fingered her ( way too ) young, ( way too ) limp hair-shirt.
Musical lawyer in Todi of the very finest stone, you saw her fatal dance, then the floor collapsed ? It was your “self ” […]
“Avoid the left side of God, whatever you do! Avoid Her Divine left flank, haunch, shoulder, carabhat.” Youthful he was too serious, fading fast in the dark, milky evening, the ocean-spume forced up Skellig´s West Face which was acting as a kind of gigantic, basalt sea-flute.He was me, I realized, way too […]
LET ME DEFINITELY NEST MYSELF ON ALL WORLD - SERVERS
Soft you, before I take on ” Let me “. Consider weakish ” Definitely” and, after I´ve lambasted that, sherry-swinish ” Nest Myself”, all of this on this our
post-Samhan ” Ogni Santi” / ” Aller Seelen” […]
In einer eMail vom 02.11.2006 11:14:09 Westeuropãische Normalzeit schreibt FBCorcoran:
We jerky little kids swung our then little limbs over that then little style ( - Donnelly´s sawn-off instrument had successfully shot my priestly vocation to tatters. ), that escape-path […]
In einer eMail vom 15.10.2006 12:22:37 Westeuropãische Normalzeit schreibt FBCorcoran:
Now I’ll paste in mother, she’ll be next to her Casey sisters and cousins, her school-class photo about level, as in life, with our Dad’s caubeen in his very own photo.
Who is looking at who is what these two images (bundled phota […]
Posted in Humble Hamburg Musings on September 24th, 2006 No Comments »
In einer eMail vom 24.09.2006 08:03:28 Westeuropãische Normalzeit schreibt FBCorcoran:
This scanning of all my Caseys’ 1927
National School […]
August 2006
In einer eMail vom 19.08.2006 17:47:45
Westeuropãische Normalzeit schreibt FBCorcoran:
So listen to what
‘‘I’m’’etching to
‘‘you’’ now.
She ( […]
In einer eMail vom 03.07.2006 08:57:45
Westeuropãische Normalzeit schreibt FBCorcoran:
There was a man in it a long time ago. Eternally hipless, he hymned:
‘‘You always that lazy, Eheye Asher Eheye, never an e-peep from That quarter.
Job’s cousinly ‘‘WHY?’’ did try a long time before this my Evening Hymn
To Thee, High […]