1. Wednesday, March 30, 2005


    Now I recognize
    it was always me
    like a camera
    set to expose

    itself to a picture
    or a pipe
    through which the water
    might run

    or a chicken
    dead for dinner
    or a plan
    inside the head

    of a dead man.
    Nothing so wrong
    when one considered
    how it all began.

    It was Zukofsky’s
    “Born very young into a world
    already very old…”
    The century was well along

    when I came in
    and now that it’s ending,
    I realize it won’t
    be long.

    But couldn’t it all have been
    a little nicer,
    as my mother’d say. Did it
    have to kill everything in sight,

    did right always have to be so wrong?
    I know this body is impatient.
    I know I constitute only a meager voice and mind.
    Yet I loved, I love.

    I want no sentimentality.
    I want no more than home.

    – Robert Creeley (1927 – 2005)

    metafilter thread + doc searls sez that in Google Fight i beat the instapundit! + brett lamb + accordian guy