Jackson

With four notes, four stones (four stabsites in my gut) four elements, four winds, four corners of my mouth (with large and small violences) what more [do I (I?)] need? There is a reason (not) There is a story (journey) (not) There is searching and not finding. Finding is loss with everything in the chanting,… Read more

Liffey boardwalk, June 2005 High-shriek gull-call high high slow die High-rise low-rise help help no go Murmur and rise-fall of Irish-English, Japanese, German: locals and tourists sharing the benches. Tinny sketch-music in Japanese headphones. River flows silent: don’t go don’t go Footsteps, strolling the boardwalk past me Bus rumble-rolling the street behind me Horns tooting… Read more

Please wait to be seated. You will be shown to good seats but you will have to surrender. Stand there and wait. You may be given a public place, in the centre of the faces and voices, or a private booth: a watching space, a listening hush. You will be ushered by good-looking attendants but… Read more

Rumi says our souls ascend through nine levels 1. Crouched on the floor, cold. We look up     and see the brand-new stars. 2. The air bubbles with starlight.     Spring up! Shout! Laugh! 3. Chantcrowd surroundcloud raincloud. Spring up!     Weep for one day. Forget. 4. Feet still chained by cables, cords and cash,… Read more

Neil Young is crying out of him He’s 16 and I say to his mother —That son of yours. He makes me wish I was 15 again. She doesn’t understand. But there’s a smart and sexy girl who does. She lives with his guitar playing until she’s no longer a girl. Then she just leaves.… Read more