Looks like I posted the Staten Island Ferry image a little too soon. The class I was offered was pulled due to low registration & with me being in Queens 3 days a week it was too difficult to find another class to fit my schedule.
Time for Plan B... remind me, what was Plan B again?
I'll be in jersey (not my favorite place) visiting my parents for a few days so I'll be without internet. In other words lots of reading, dvd & Olympic watching. Speaking of which I thought China was going to beat Spain in basketball... I have the feeling that if Yi could play consistent mediocre defense China would have gotten a huge upset win.
Damn underdogs I was pulling for you!
Since it's unlikely I'll post again until next week, I figured I'd leave y'all with a poem. I just finished reading Alex Lemon's Hallelujah Blackout.
And No More May I Be
So this is calamity: calendula-
oiled hands cupping a mouth
that sings through the caving-
away thunderlight as the weeks
keep swinging by--house finches
shivering groundward in the catgut
blight. Black boughs absent of any
living weights. In the rain a man
ducks into his coat to light a smoke.
The park bitter with echoing space.
The park freezing. In the rain a man
ducks into his coat like the split-
ribbed chest of a dead horse
swallowing a wet-cheeked boy.
Benches slick red. Benches freezing.
In the rain a soaked man
watching the rain. In the rain
my hands pink hands numb
in the rain. Beneath the skin
a humming is. Geese wreathed
in their own winter-coming
breath. Skinhulled. Taut
skin bustling. Bottle caps old
buttons half-buried in the dirt.