Wednesday, March 24, 2010

Matins


Until the sun learns
better manners,

I will seek
the darkest corners.

(first publication)


Updates:
“Matins” added to Poems, Slightly Used.

In the Forum: we start in the middle of the story & work forward & back simultaneously.

17 comments:

nouvelles couleurs - vienna atelier said...

this is very very strong and I like it so much!

awyn said...

I know EXACTLY what you mean here, William. It's how I feel a good part of the summer. I love the warmth, just not the heat, sweat, and debilitating lethargy it sometimes brings. I echo nouvelles couleurs above. Great poem!!

The Scrybe said...

Great stuff! I can relate; this made me smile.

ALeks said...

hear me echoing all 3 of you......:O)

affecho is my word verification.....

William Michaelian said...

Ah, Laura, I knew you would understand....

You, too, Annie. Thanks.

The Scrybe: indeed — what is it about dawn?

Aleksandra, you echo three, but in a voice all your own. And next time, I think I’ll add a dash of affecho to my spaghetti sauce.

kenflett said...

Such lovely words you write William, almost edible.

...and thank you so much for the mail, it takes thought to put something in the mail these days, so l really appreciate that, and your wonderful written words were so generous and welcomed, thank you.
I've placed something in the post in return.
ken

William Michaelian said...

Ken, thanks, I’m so glad to hear my little package arrived. It was a pleasure writing about Shaping Stones. And now you’ve given me a new thing to look forward to in addition to your beautiful blog. I’ll let you know when it arrives.

RUDHI - Chance said...

Orpheus in the underworld? Until we reach enlightenment, we search in our ignorance - I imagine on your (this) words of wisdom... Please don't mind, William if I'm overdriving!

William Michaelian said...

Rudhi, I wouldn’t have it any other way. What you say, I see; what you see, I say.

Anthony Duce said...

Good words for the day. I'm looking for a corner now.

William Michaelian said...

Thanks, Anthony. You’ve just reminded me: several years ago as the subject of a journal entry, I counted all of the corners in the house we were living in then. I forget now how many there were, and I remember wondering if I should count the corners in closets and under cabinets, or just the main ones in the rooms themselves. Well. Anyway. You see how far I’ve come.

ALeks said...

MMMwuhahaha,affecho spaghetti saus,you are in a good mood!!
Greetings from one the voices, :O))))))) look at me grow,as a little,brave cucumbre!Cucumbre salad goes well with spaghetti,good meal! Bye,bye....
spaghetti sauce, hahahahahaa ha....

William Michaelian said...

Ah-ha, and you are full of spicy vinegar — how appropriate!

Kenneth Griggs said...

Greatness

William Michaelian said...

Or, as it says on the back of one of Brautigan’s books, “Mayonnaise.”

Joseph Hutchison said...

A fine poem, William. And the book was Trout Fishing in America, wasn't it? Back in 1973 when I was in grad school in Vancouver, BC I was going to meet a friend from Denver in San Francisco. We were dithering on the phone about where to meet, and suddenly he said, "Hey. Let's meet on the cover of Trout Fishing in America." And we did. Those were the days! (The creaking you hear is my rocking chair...)

William Michaelian said...

Eh? What’s that you say?

Excellent story. In 1973, I was stacking boxes in a wooden packing house that was destined to go up in flames at season’s end. Some match-happy soul couldn’t resist that glorious pile of kindling, not to mention the local lumberyard. Two fires in one year. Lots of excitement for our sleepy hometown.