https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/section-657-awaiting-sentence en 2005-2012 shakespearesmonekys@gmail.com 42.65593 -71.33391 Sun, 14 Jun 2026 03:41:19 GMT yacs http://blogs.law.harvard.edu/tech/rss 70 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-12593-volley-d-and-thunder-d https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-12593-volley-d-and-thunder-d “Never trust a poet.”  That’s what Daddy said to me, when I was knock-kneed in the factory and knocked up on the floor while the whiff of something more drowned in Brut and milky tea.   Lord Tennyson was late again and half a league behind me so he missed the mouth of hell I described so bloody well after waiting in the mill for him to find me ... more Leanne Hanson Awaiting Sentence Tue, 12 Oct 2010 06:24:35 GMT /section-657-awaiting-sentence#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/12593 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/12593 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A12593 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-12592-logos https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-12592-logos In this new mythology, grace is bound here in god’s pocketbook pasture like the unknown soldier sinks into stone.  There are echoes that have forgotten the first shout, but bounce across entropy in ever-diminishing consequence.  And there is flesh. It oozes across the skeleton with vile consumption, swallowing souls and storing them belly-ward to await the acid of time.  They settle with the stones of cherries long since picked, made smooth by abrasive virtue.  Carbon-anchored, it is their dream to suffocate. Men grey to oblivion while their tongues taste black and white.  Housed under stone, words are sentenced and execute themselves.  In the cloth of theatre, the puppets are oblivious to strings and dance on… dance on… There are no curtains here, only blinds. ... more Leanne Hanson Awaiting Sentence Tue, 12 Oct 2010 06:23:25 GMT /section-657-awaiting-sentence#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/12592 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/12592 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A12592 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-12591-got-it-good https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-12591-got-it-good   When spring came that year, we joined hands in a ring-a-rosy dervish;  I giggling, you wondering how. I only notice now, from your kodak blush, that the push of the crowd made you cower as you thrust your pigtailed prettiness before you like Maccabee’s shield.   We played pat-a-cake in the summer, cross-legged on concrete like beggars. You envied me my knees free of daubings of mercurochrome, ... more Leanne Hanson Awaiting Sentence Tue, 12 Oct 2010 06:22:03 GMT /section-657-awaiting-sentence#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/12591 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/12591 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A12591 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-11965-ngalyod-refracted https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-11965-ngalyod-refracted Long time past and yesterday the sparrows brushed the sky away with browning wings.  The summer arch collapsed upon the bloody soil, and old ones dug in deep. The billabong has rippled long beneath your limbs, red father. You were young and slender when they walked hide-sheltered feet deaf across her back. I am new, old one and white as ghost gum dreaming. Sorry-specked and sunburnt, one foot ochre yearning, one far cloud seeking. Long time come, you thunder to me and rain-washed parrots build you with their wings. Blood, soil, summer sleep and rainbows: Dream us one. ... more Leanne Hanson Awaiting Sentence Thu, 26 Nov 2009 21:53:33 GMT /section-657-awaiting-sentence#comments 15 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/11965 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/11965 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A11965 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-10960-the-love-song-of-burke-and-wills https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-10960-the-love-song-of-burke-and-wills I suspect you'll need to google Burke & Wills Leanne Hanson Awaiting Sentence Mon, 11 May 2009 05:39:18 GMT /section-657-awaiting-sentence#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/10960 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/10960 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A10960 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-9986-an-da-shealladh https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-9986-an-da-shealladh "Second sight" -- variations on a theme, I suppose. Might even come close to getting it right one day Leanne Awaiting Sentence Sun, 18 Jan 2009 20:06:44 GMT /section-657-awaiting-sentence#comments 10 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/9986 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/9986 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A9986 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-10366-the-coming-of-the-magi https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-10366-the-coming-of-the-magi Oh mother, where's your little girl now? Golden brown beneath an incandescent sun, shiver swung from electric noose as God laughs like the terrier next door, ratcatcher yelps and hard biscuit yawns. Christmas carries sex upon its breath, sackfuls of naughty whisper ice is nicest when it's free.  Note the catch and kiss of missed and may be shush, there's good, let's spoon it up. Mother waits with empty boxes every year, Pandora's treasure passing by on ragged wings -- those she wore that day when promise wandered westward, folio in hand.  Now the tree stands bare, shedding needles on the floor. Can you hear the bells?  All is well. Celebrate.  The world rejoices in glorious rebuke. What is one star, when a galaxy is alight? ... more Leanne Hanson Awaiting Sentence Tue, 16 Dec 2008 03:13:27 GMT /section-657-awaiting-sentence#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/10366 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/10366 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A10366 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-10352-silent-night https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-10352-silent-night A baby lies in stable bed, no halo shining round its head; no stockman ushers in his sheep to bleat a newborn god to sleep. But if by chance they did -- what then? Why start this bloody mess again? It's not a poet's fusty phlegm that slouches near to Bethlehem, but man alone.  Not birth but bombs the something which the wrong way comes. No turkey yields cremated meat Upon these plates, no merry feet shall measure gaily down this hall while in the meadow, snowflakes fall. No gifts are strewn beneath the tree -- no tree at all, just cold debris and death.  Who brought that fellow here to desecrate this time of cheer? The wind, a wail, the baby's last and Christmas spirit slithers past.   ... more Leanne Hanson Awaiting Sentence Thu, 11 Dec 2008 03:09:34 GMT /section-657-awaiting-sentence#comments 5 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/10352 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/10352 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A10352 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-9348-traffic https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-9348-traffic Take a right at Wednesday there’s a tunnel just on six o’clock to get you past the hump If you squint, the lights will suck you up and vortex-whip your hunger while your drive-thru brain scatters to half past saccharine and no-one passed the syrup Eat the fluorine cake that coaxes nine-to-five frostings from the throats of marbled loss adjustors drowning downer popping dimorphs brake just to see the rosy glare of left-behind it’s black again and back to front, the world explodes to Saturday and forty years from where you turned ... more Leanne Awaiting Sentence Wed, 26 Nov 2008 02:16:01 GMT /section-657-awaiting-sentence#comments 6 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/9348 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/9348 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A9348