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It Matters: a golden shovel

If thinking a thing made it so,
what’s real or not don’t matter much;
and what you get solely depends
on what you tend to dwell upon.

Why think in black and white, and small? In case a
jealous god might find your dream, see red
and underneath a too cruel wheel
crush and throw big ideas in a waste barrow,
like shards of broken pottery, glazed
and beautiful, but too small to fool with,
thrown out in the torrential rain
to be buried under mud and water?

Don’t worry, I’m beside
you; no crazy gods inhabit the
world that can turn a brave heart white.
No one here but us chickens.

After William Carlos Williams’ “A Red Wheeelbarrow”

5 APR 2014

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My Wheelbarrow is Broken

So much depends
on an audience that resents
a two drink minimum.

So much depends
on people who don’t support
reality TV.

So much depends
on someone who listens
so it’s worth lying.

So much depends
on removing education
as an obstacle to learning.

So much depends
on how much is recycled
versus thrown away.

So much depends
on waiting for someone else
to decide.

So much depends
on not rocking the boat
too much.

So much depends
on using your wheelbarrow
to haul shit to the garden.

28 APR 2005

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Thoughts for Today

It is difficult to get the news from poems
yet men die miserably every day
for lack of what is found there.

— William Carlos Williams

Let us remember … that in the end we go to Poetry for one reason, so that we might more fully inhabit our lives and the world in which we live them, and that if we more fully inhabit these things, we might be less apt to destroy both. — Christian Wiman, Editor, Poetry magazine

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