I've picked up my massive erasure project again this morning. I don't know why I always leave it setting for so long. A few recent pages, then.
artists painted nature as
they saw it
tempered by the
straining eyes across the
the far-off sky, there hung
or was it anything at all?
So must the chorus ever go.
what you actually see
mospheric quality of
disappointment snapshotting travellers
who time their pictures as they would at home.
or twenty thousand
some devout women
for the sake of cadence
We say O without thinking, just
as you begin with 'dear sir,' in writing to a stranger
the full English poly-
syllabic of respect.
suggesting purity is
difficult for the beholder
the fool who fails to appreciate
Suburb -- French Cooking and Frock Coats -- From a Car
any other place.
anchored off the port
authorities board you as you
lie in the harbour
to which at last you are warped in
the ship moves slowly to her berth
inevitable suggestion brilliant flower
gardens agitated by the wind
Through this garden of chattering,
fluttering human flowers we made our way
a jumble of
insignia stamped upon
always led, and
when left to stand, front legs
rows of little houses,
only partly concealing
By some containing
Dogs of breeds unknown sat placidly
before their masters' doors
the women smiled, and the children smiled
a splattering of light and shadow.
And what with all these things, a glimpse of a
But instead of climbing onward up the hill to
heaven we swung off
graceful and dignified
dress -- but by far habited
in European style: the younger men
widely favoured are also
a land where shoes are shed on entering a house.
from the seaport
two men, three
shall presently discover