Monday, June 11, 2012

cited for bent

here we
go again

caught hell fell
on hard

times all day

graced by glancing
blows no

one saw savor
but don't save

those sweet glassy
notes that

careworn duct


such a forth-
right flannelmouth

oughtn't / owing

to circum-
stance, over-
sight, or timing

be given to
devilish mis-

[things amiss]

motes / mites

"let finish
come to
a haze"

Sunday, June 10, 2012

Saturday, June 9, 2012

Whether he looked to one side of the road,
or to the other—over distant landscape,

with its smooth undulations, wind-mills, corn, grass, bean fields, wild-flowers, farm-yards, hayricks, and the spire among the wood—

or upwards in the sunny air, where butterflies were sporting round his head, and birds were pouring out their songs—

or downward, where the shadows of the branches interlaced, and made a trembling carpet on the road—

or onward, where the overhanging trees formed aisles and arches, dim with the softened light that steeped through leaves—

one corner of his eye was ever
on the formal head of Mr Dombey,
addressed towards him, and the feather
in the bonnet, drooping so neglectfully
and scornfully between them;

much as he had seen the haughty eyelids
droop; not least so, when the face
met that now fronting it.

(Dombey & Son, Ch. 27)

Friday, June 8, 2012

'We are dreadfully
real, Mr Carker,'
said Mrs Skewton;
'are we not?' 
Mr Dombey
in the meantime
stood bolt
upright in the carriage
like a highly
respectable ghost,
looking on too;

while Cleopatra
and the Major dallied
as two ancient
doves might do.

(from Dombey & Son, Ch. 27)