Thursday, August 22, 2013
Chorogonia
In the first place
there is no first place.
In the second place
is third place.
In last place
holding forth algebraically
is a scalpel hanging from the sky
incising water
on which floats first turtle
inside first carapace
echoing....
[E. A. Costa 22 August 2013]
Wednesday, July 24, 2013
Children's Nocturne
"From night emerge and merge again...."
Night never falls except on stage.
Night never fades in as a shade is drawn.
Night never rises rosy-fingered like the dawn.
Night is wise as gliding owl and clever as a hiding cat.
Night billows and flows like ink in clearest water
teasing grayness into black.
Night lives as mites in lightest air
now thronging and now going again her separate ways
to allow the day's allotted dream.
Night is fair--she is as unseen as what may have been
and never is never there.
[EAC July 2013]
Monday, July 8, 2013
Haiku X + 2 (Melville)
Opinions voicing
Below waves white whale.
Voces volantes
como gaviotas sobre mar.
Abajo ondea ballena blanca....
(EAC copyright July 2013)
Sunday, January 20, 2013
The Japanese Bicycle
Moon is a slow door's feline and languorous eye
curving silently.
Moon is a panther
glowing ivory in sky
robed in white
fur.
Moon is
silversmith's crescent and luminous sheen
in labyrinth's light.
Moon is the rower
of an obscene scull of dream
gliding out of
night.
Moon is unseen
wheel in the bright drum roll of sky
riding the
daylight.
Moon is half an
arc of palest soft green earthshine
echoing dimly
echoing echoing
echoing echoing
echoing dimly....
(EAC copyright January 2013)
Sunday, December 19, 2010
Captain Swan Song's Atoll (To Van Vliet)
Captain Swan Song's Atoll (to Van Vliet)
To start in words about words is to throw oneself in medias res.
One makes a mark or two....
Ese hombre escala muchos picos
flares flares flares
Ese hombre escala muchos picos
flares flares flares
Ese hombre escala muchos picos
like a brown trout in the desert
flares flares flares
Ese hombre escala muchos picos
like a trout in the desert air
flares flares flares
Ese hombre escala muchos picos
flares flares flares
pythagorean
now about to hit the fan
goes around returns
flares flares flares
Ese hombre escala muchos
hoe hoeing his own
going around and returns
flares flares flares
brown trout
vanilla crew
flares flares flares
in the desert air
black swan
vanilla crew
gasping
flares flares flares
in the desert air
black swan
grasping
flares flares flares
in the desert air rasping
flares flares flares
pónganse truchas
Ese hombre escala muchos
flares flares flares
rasping like a brown trout
in the desert air
rasping like a white crow
in the desert air
flares flares flares
pónganse truchas
Ese hombre escala muchos
flares flares flares
rasping like a brown trout
in the desert air
rasping like a brown trout
in the desert air
flares flares flares
pónganse truchas
Ese hombre escala muchos
flares flares flares
rasping in the desert air
rasping like a brown trout
in the desert air
flares flares flares
pónganse truchas
Ese hombre escala muchos
flares flares flares
rasping like a brown trout
in the desert air
basking in the hair
by the prickly pear
rasping like a brown trout
flares flares flares
rasping like a brown trout
in the desert air
basking in the hair
by the prickly pear
rasping like a brown trout
Pónganse trucha, huele a chota
a brown trout on mesquite
a brown trout in the chiquita
a brown trout in the desert air
a brown trout in the desert hair
a brown trout by the prickly pear
in a sharkskin suit
a brown trout in a sharkskin suit
on mesquite
in the chiquita
in the desert air
in the desert hair
by the prickly pear
it can happen here in the desert air
it can happen here in the desert air
flares flares flares
rasping like a brown trout
in the desert air
basking in the hair
by the prickly pear
rasping like a pythagorean
now about to hit the fan
goes around returns
flares flares flares....
[EAC copyright 2010]
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Thursday, September 16, 2010
The Ballerina (Ode To Zárraga)
"It is not that words are imperfect or that, when confronted by the visible, they prove insuperably inadequate. Neither can be reduced to the other's terms: it is vain to say that we see; what we see never resides in what we say...."
Michel Foucault
Friday, September 10, 2010
Mutt Descending

"What were the grounds for refusing Mr. Mutt's fountain:
1. Some contend it was immoral, vulgar.
2. Others, it was plagiarism, a plain piece of plumbing.
Now Mr. Mutt's fountain is not immoral, that is absurd, no more than a bath tub is immoral. It is a fixture that you see every day in plumbers' show windows.
Whether Mr. Mutt with his own hands made the fountain or not has no importance. He CHOSE it. He took an ordinary article of life, placed it so that its useful significance disappeared under a new title and point of view – created a new thought for that object.
As for plumbing, that is absurd. The only works of art America has given are her plumbing and her bridges."
[The Blind Man 2, May 1917]
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