the platitudes of willful resemblance

my heart breaks this weekend
let us sing a litany  for Peter Orlovsky who is now home with Allen.
let us sing a litany for Leslie who writes poetry in another place
we shall remember those who go before us and
strive to be what they were to those behind us.

life ends

life ends abruptly.

the shadow ceases.

loss is registered but
life goes on,

indelicately as it
must.

 – Hoc Scripsi

And now our heads bow for Leslie Scalapino, poet.

What a weekend, Gary Coleman, Dennis Hopper and now Leslie Scalapino – two actors and a poet.

I grieve

I grieve slowly,
quietly.

occupying the hours of
a day with meditations

of death and the dead.
often I consider my own death

and am not unnerved by it as
death is one end only.

it is ever the patient student
of the dead that practices life

so fully
as to die with ease.

 – Hoc Scripsi

RIP Lena Horne,

your jazz soul is left behind
to help us grieve
your beauty is left behind
to help us grieve
your song is left behind
to help us grieve

thank you Lena,
thank you.

 – Hoc Scripsi


She exists stage left, we bow our heads in silence as this is louder now then all her applause in all her years of bringing us beauty, songs and stormy weather.

It’s Monday morning and I was swept away with the blues before my first sip of coffee. The news of Lena, while not surprising, is unexpected. 

on another subject but not tangentially challenged:

While not yet available of Magcloud, the 48 hour magazine has shipped on time in a kind of miracle mixed with experience. We shall see if there is an issue one… this started on issue zero.

This may be all I have right now.