Monday, December 22, 2003

Online Gwendolyn MacEwan stories. (via Wood's Lot)

A friend recommended the sculptor Ivan Mestrovic, whose most famous work is the horseback Indian bowman in Chicago.

   'Morning Song

Words are the poison in a song

on the track of the song's night road
police sirens aftertaste
the alcohol of sleepwalkers

waking up, a headache
like the window's transparent speakers
from silence to a roar

learning to waste a life
I hover in the birdcalls
crying never

when the storms have filled up with gas
light rays snatch the letter
unfold it and tear it up'

--Bei Dao (tr Eliot Weinberger)

Listening to: Musafir- Dhola Maru.

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