Small Prayer
 By Weldon Kees

 Change, move, dead clock, that this fresh day
 May break with dazzling light to these sick eyes.
 Burn, glare, old sun, so long unseen,
 That time may find its sound again, and cleanse
 Whatever it is that a wound remembers
 After the healing ends.


A dear friend gave me a copy of Weldon Kees's Selected Poetry almost 15 years ago and through the years I have expanded on that collection - exploring his work has become a hobby of sorts.  This month, The Sheldon Museum of Art has one of his pieces in their displayed collection, which is a rare treat.  Though not a household name, he inspired a generation of revolutionary artists of varied talents.
    From The New York Times:

"He cannot be called a “great” poet. He was too hasty and distracted for that. But he is an addictive minor one (which is almost as good), and not only because of the myth surrounding his death. Never lachrymose, self-pitying, or self-dramatizing, his is the authentic voice of unhappiness, melancholia, depression, emptiness, and despair, and all the more convincing for the way he restrained his demons on the page. He was not a confessional writer (those would follow shortly), but the pain is there for all to see."

The Sheldon Museum of Art has some amazing work up this month.  Unplug and treat yourself to some live poetry/art/music wherever you are, and if you live nearby, why not make The Sheldon a part of that?


I woke up late this morning.  I read & shared fluff pieces online until the devastating five alarm fire being reported by MSNBC needed my attention.  Two hours later and I've just started coffee.  I have shirked all responsibilities.  Even the dog, still asleep in bed, has allowed me to avoid the unpleasant responsibility of braving the frigid temperatures to observe (and dispose of) his bowel voidance.  This simple post, too, done at a disgustingly leisurely pace.  

Sometimes, the hardest part of being your own boss is avoiding the allure of making it an easy day.


While the plunge into graphic novels has been met with occasional disappointment, Brian K. Vaughan's Saga illustrates what fun and smart looks like.  His work sits in a firm NSFW category, elevating it into that rare 'guilty pleasure' circle.  The art work by Fiona Staples is rich & comfortable, always complimenting and enhancing the story.  Saga is exactly what it sets out to be and what it is, is absolutely entertaining.  These are comics I will eagerly anticipate as they continue being released.