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Section ii - NEW YEAR (two poems)
POEMS:
The January Wednesday afternoon is for playing a little game taking
a nap with cat one me one Emma
and George.
Monday we observe New Year fashionably 15th always against
convention besides we were hungover
day of.
Had burritos.
I burn a fancy Japanese candle gifted last Christmas
from dear friend who knew
deeply how I love candles
and the one I burn is perfect shape for new year.
The flame is God for a moment as we both stare Emma me
and candle this is reflection-
I will be myself this year and
Emma kinder to themselves.
As we get older we shed illusions things like career success marriage
happiness money and focus
really deeply on singular aspect
the one thing we can control in this life
life itself.
To me that means how to be what to learn growing and all
maybe not everyone though they could say
want to laugh more eat better.
I remember the excitement of youth everything was so fun and interesting
and now I’m mostly sleepy but Peter Bjorn
and John have a song about that “I laugh more often now.”
I couldn’t agree
more “I cry more often now.” absolutely
I do therefor I am
aging okay I think. Crying
and not always sad mostly not sad when i cry mostly in fact
moved to tears by kindness or generosity or
the sublime scale of human life
it tears me up.
We finish coffee and split directions because Emma has a project new labor
for the new year and me too
writing.
From up here things are a little more objective. The yard exists
in observation, not participation, and the barking dog, and more
barking dogs, and not the birds, which are much more real and present.
from candle backlit viewing box i project myself outward
into four directions: Kitchen like a cozy french cooking show and the neighbors backyard and german shepherd who does not bark, Den in Stockholm
attic with Alabama views of smoking neighbor and pickup truck
waving at me from their doorway, Dining more New York but clandestine
peeks of landlord and cat in driveway very Portland, the only proper Portland,
and East, i mean Bedroom, and bedroom is exact there is a room
which houses a bed and little else (problem of space) . and there is also a bathroom
which i left unmentioned but it is beautiful and also very Portland
with a clawfoot tub and huge slanted ceiling and unused center space
which we have filled with one tulip chair so that you can sit
while another bathes, or before you yourself bathe, or with someone on the toilet,
which we don’t do but could, or most commonly to set your clothes
while you get ready and this room exists Kitchen-Bedroom (which is SE)
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Candle mentioned briefly for New Year’s improper.
hangover burrito from New Year’s proper.
This is a public episode. If you would like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit boliverb.substack.com
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By with Oliver BurellPOEMS:
The January Wednesday afternoon is for playing a little game taking
a nap with cat one me one Emma
and George.
Monday we observe New Year fashionably 15th always against
convention besides we were hungover
day of.
Had burritos.
I burn a fancy Japanese candle gifted last Christmas
from dear friend who knew
deeply how I love candles
and the one I burn is perfect shape for new year.
The flame is God for a moment as we both stare Emma me
and candle this is reflection-
I will be myself this year and
Emma kinder to themselves.
As we get older we shed illusions things like career success marriage
happiness money and focus
really deeply on singular aspect
the one thing we can control in this life
life itself.
To me that means how to be what to learn growing and all
maybe not everyone though they could say
want to laugh more eat better.
I remember the excitement of youth everything was so fun and interesting
and now I’m mostly sleepy but Peter Bjorn
and John have a song about that “I laugh more often now.”
I couldn’t agree
more “I cry more often now.” absolutely
I do therefor I am
aging okay I think. Crying
and not always sad mostly not sad when i cry mostly in fact
moved to tears by kindness or generosity or
the sublime scale of human life
it tears me up.
We finish coffee and split directions because Emma has a project new labor
for the new year and me too
writing.
From up here things are a little more objective. The yard exists
in observation, not participation, and the barking dog, and more
barking dogs, and not the birds, which are much more real and present.
from candle backlit viewing box i project myself outward
into four directions: Kitchen like a cozy french cooking show and the neighbors backyard and german shepherd who does not bark, Den in Stockholm
attic with Alabama views of smoking neighbor and pickup truck
waving at me from their doorway, Dining more New York but clandestine
peeks of landlord and cat in driveway very Portland, the only proper Portland,
and East, i mean Bedroom, and bedroom is exact there is a room
which houses a bed and little else (problem of space) . and there is also a bathroom
which i left unmentioned but it is beautiful and also very Portland
with a clawfoot tub and huge slanted ceiling and unused center space
which we have filled with one tulip chair so that you can sit
while another bathes, or before you yourself bathe, or with someone on the toilet,
which we don’t do but could, or most commonly to set your clothes
while you get ready and this room exists Kitchen-Bedroom (which is SE)
This is a public episode. If you would like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit boliverb.substack.com
Candle mentioned briefly for New Year’s improper.
hangover burrito from New Year’s proper.
This is a public episode. If you would like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit boliverb.substack.com