Titans!

Hydrogen seems to be vanishing near the surface of Saturn's moon Titan. This fits into theorized models of life existing on the moon.
I am so doing a little happy dance. What if we find life there? Kinda amazing.

Real life Titans!

Read the Article at New Scientist - Hints of life found on Saturn moon - New Scientist

Churchillian

Churchillian 6/6

I stood in this house, with these things, holding them to my chest like this, the wind was making scratches on the window, not like today, it's blue, clear, the clouds are cotton.

I stood in this doorway, in this large room, just like this, after the cold had got into my bones, the rust on the gate had been under my fingernails, holding these keys, these little rings, this envelope with a letter in it

I stood right here and wished the sun yould come up behind me, burn the cold and make it all easier, in this house I watch her sleep across the room, nightgown trainlng dust, bits of cracker, she holds the same things to her breast, scratches at the window, this is the same storm

When the sun rises she is not here to see me standing in the doorway

Pig

Pig 6/5

...and his beard is this rusty growth
like barnacles on ships in docks
He's lurching in his chair fatly laughing
about some song joke some woman
he probably slapped on the ass

He's holding one of the jugs round
deeply fired to a dark brown smooth
you can see the whole room in the curves
sloshing liquids make light more something
The mug slams breaking collapsing

St. Paul's

This is about St. Paul's Cathedral in London.

It's the one in Mary Poppins:



Paul's 6/4

Stone, pitted smooth releases ages
in a steady fix of water and salt

Through clear glass the trees are blooming
here everything is popping itself in blues

There is a feeling of reticence
which is also the feeling of binding

A finger placed here is touching
a finger here for centuries

Cowboy

I get tired of serous poems very quickly. I sometimes have fantasies of writing nothing but one line poems with ridiculous punchlines.

Maybe when I'm old.


Cowboy 6/3

I can dress like a cowboy - walk around
no one will bat an eye - but
if you come around
dressed in your teddy bear outfit
someone might think we're furries

Spread Betting

Spread Betting 6/2

I walk over the Brooklyn Bridge and toss a stone lazily the gulls screech and dive the garbage barges
The lines of thread pull the surface up the water flats underneath, I catch the gaze of a woman in her thirties, she holds a child loosely over the edge, the drop is slow
I sleep with a guy I met on the train, he fucks hard fast and tells me to get out when we're done, I don't ask him about the tattoo on his leg of the twin towers, don't ask him about the tired look in his eyes or the coughing...

The drop is slow...

I walk over the Brooklyn Bridge, pull the camera and take shots of where things used to be, I turn and take a picture of the Watchtower building and look at where buildings are being
I spider snake lines of tension cables cross an O'Keefe cathedral sky, ten shades of blue blink in the spaces
The guy watches me, sweating from across the aisle, he is staring at my crotch, my legs, my arms, everywhere but my eyes, which he says is like looking into falling...

Unwind

It's June!

This is a picture of a shower curtain.

With a Toucan on it.

And a poem about things falling apart.


Unwind 6/1

someone somewhere found us living in the shallows
flinging ourselves into deep wells and drinking that darkness
like spring water - we make circle around heat
call up whatever strength we have in numbers
and prostrate before the split cow's stomach steam
raised hands in fingerless gloves grasp the captured sun

the center cannot hold
they said this as if it wouldn't unhinge the universe
as if gravity would keep on keeping on
with everyone occupied with dismantling history
who kept the gears oiled and working

Joan Didion has released her history
whatever is good for Didion must be good for us
we hover over the corpse of what cannot be held
in the sky above the moon is a sack of fat held fast
that cup of darkness - the ground is a good place for it
soak up the warmth of a sun that shone years ago

take that with you to wherever you are tomorrow