and I haven’t written a single line: it was too sweet too perfect for poetry. from early the stars then dawn an orange tint on a green shot sea. all morning, the clouds aligned perfectly to convey as if by Hokusai himself. not a line today though the leaves on my pumpkin vine applauded in the wind 100 thumbs up and my old dog rolled her rump on the lawn laughing the sunshine. at dinner we talked Palermo down-scrolled our phones. was this really only two years ago? oh that place — the caponata, the footballers at the next table they were so young and the bread the bread... ‘I know it,’ our waiter said. ‘Just off the square, my cousin...’ as he sloshed more wine. by then we were a little drunk you leaned against me giggling and I (as ever) felt the years and all we’d undone. I’ve written nothing though we stood in the dark kids again finding figures in moonbright clouds a koala a camel into a rabbit an angel blown backwards. Pioneer Park was quiet for once all those resting souls and there the bells of Monreale still calling the faithful ah, what a day a perfect sweet peach and I haven’t written a single line.
Image: South Wind, Clear Sky (Gaifū kaisei), also known as Red Fuji, from the series Thirty-six Views of Mount Fuji (Fugaku sanjūrokkei) c/- Museum of Fine Arts, Public domain, via Wikimedia Commons.
A circular poem written for Dverse, the poets pub where I’m hosting tonight (bar opens Thursday 3.00pm New York time). Tonight we’re talking about circular poems. A circular poem is one which starts in one place, then journeys away from that place and then circles back to the beginning. Why not drop by and join the fun.
Pioneer Park in Wollongong NSW is a small park in the centre of town which was established over one of the first cemeteries in Wollongong.
And here’s an amazing piece by American composer Ben Johnston (1926-2019) his String Quartet No. 9 – with the Kepler String Quartet (I don’t know what micro-tones are but this piece uses…)