Tuesday, January 30, 2018

Saturday, January 27, 2018

notes from f a q penultimate

Beethoven String Quintet in C Minor, Op. 104 (1817)


1st mov. - summer
                 a steep lawn near the university
                 string quartet playing

                 a sparrow

2nd mov. - ⤴︎ lifting
                  s o l i t a i r e

(a story of)
collaborative enhancements
remembered transitions

3rd mov. -  harvest wheat (scythe)
                   potatoes
                   apples

4th mov. -  voyage
                  great lakes
                   s h o e s

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sutra
river rapids


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⿸  b e a r (in Kansas)
           
where
⿺   irby / burroughs

there wrote

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Shostakovich String Quartet No. 7 in F-Sharp Minor, Op. 108

s o r i e s

s h o e s

seamless

1 ----
2 strong
3 loss

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Brahms String Sextet No. 2 in G Major, Op. 36

" Bringing darkness to G major"

1st mov. - warm and lively 
                 stories of romance and exuberance

2nd mov. - rain on a summer day
                  dancing inches

3rd mov. - melancholia

4th mov. -  hope returns
                  change
                  renewal

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taking your own hand (holding)


                  


Friday, January 26, 2018

hi .

called
to say
she's unplugged
and
her water's broke

spoke to her
epidural's
been
mentioned

his tire's
punctured

going there
getting him

to the new hospital

where we'll wait
like weeds in the field

--------------

one day later
at ten
then

a c section

baby's turned face up

mother's a fever

my son standing near
deer in the headlights

night's been a long one

none of the chairs here

are comfortable















moon waxing gibbous
shines
scrubbed clean

sees
through
regret

earns
peace
and
quiet

(lit)
a sightline



Tuesday, January 23, 2018

midnight

strong
rains
change
to
hail
changes
to

seven am
white

that 
sound slow cars make
driving  uphill
through it

shush? slush? slosh?




Monday, January 22, 2018

1   a   d r e a m

in the wake of
waking
an image of
jury-rigged
partitions
separating
supine/standing stones.

2   a   d r e a m

working with a
necromancer
who looks a lot like a
mouse.


3   a   d r e a m

alongside
streams
night advances
intends
to
tell
who went into
who
got out
who
was
executed

what depths
you see

rubble
twisted metal

were signs to

where?




Thursday, January 18, 2018

a meteor over Michigan
I saw it
bright bilge
break apart
sink


shipwrecked
pieces of it
on the earth
under the sky

Wednesday, January 17, 2018

chuck close
can't remember faces

paralyzed
neck down
hungry

he's  spent
years
feeding
young women
to
his
ghosts

can't remember their faces

likes to play
with his food
say
pussy
or
touch
lightly
like
a

but can't remember their faces

he's
left them
stunned

those
delicious
girls












write poems
some
come
to teach you


Monday, January 15, 2018




alphabets
reassemble as
an island
or
a continent

without us
they ask
how can
you know
anything?


Eridanus

has changed direction
place
on earth

in the sky
always lies
(in the north)
south

up near Orion's
Rigel
begins to

slip
loping
down

around
its mouth
enter

(under earth)

far
Achenar
where

(burnt hair)
my
son's
buried







     © Stephanie Longo 2018



three days in january

Thursday


It's fifty,
mild,

waning crescent.


I have soap

tea

a warm bed.


Saturday


Wind chill?
Minus twelve.


The morning sun!


I walk 1.4 miles

remove my shoes,

dance.


Monday


It's twenty-one,
snowing,

new moon.


A King's birthday!


I have coffee,

boots

poems.





Wednesday, January 10, 2018

Tuesday, January 9, 2018

forenight
white wolf

(sleepless at sixty)

slunk
among river birch

looked through
an owl's eye

fell asleep at dawn


dreaming.


mudras
her paws
make them.

Monday, January 8, 2018

you
here
near
me



sun
one
sees
at noon

leaves 

bronze's 
black ice
blinking
(melt)

furred blur
underneath
a tree

we (me)

housed
the brood
of us

absent

inside.





Thursday, January 4, 2018

sotāpanna



this stream



the source of stones 
dropped
one by one
flow as though
they'd never
been
thick



Wednesday, January 3, 2018

I've been as careless as a cloud
wandered through


been
ground
down

burnished



may

yet

shine

wash
broom
soon
walk
many
one
done


Monday, January 1, 2018

You will suffer soon enough, when it arrives; so look forward meanwhile to better things. What shall you gain by doing this? Time.   - letters from a Stoic, Seneca, Trans. Robin Campbell


r e m e m b e r


"intellectual life is a form of spiritual survival" Krista Tippet, On Being w. Maria Popover