https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/section-808-bigger-than-that en 2005-2012 shakespearesmonekys@gmail.com 42.65593 -71.33391 Tue, 09 Jun 2026 04:31:28 GMT yacs http://blogs.law.harvard.edu/tech/rss 70 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-12970-keeping-vigil https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-12970-keeping-vigil   I am called Loon in the Moonlight the haunting call to midnight stars I am called Only Son of Silver Dancing the diving dream into the cold water  I am called Light that Rises Over the Bats the diviner of the glassy smooth below I am the lost moments that become prayer the voice without words when hope is lost I am called Driven toward the Orange Sun When I am called I come for you.   Stephan Anstey Bigger than That Fri, 06 Jan 2012 00:54:24 GMT /section-808-bigger-than-that#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/12970 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/12970 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A12970 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-12971-being-who https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-12971-being-who Being who (in blue jeans) you (think) thought (thank god) I was (eyes closed) sat in (sigh)silence (re)reading  but not reading at (home) all Being who you (bought) thought (god) I was (oh I was) I decided (sided) on (in-at-near-by-beside) -- poetry but not (re)writing or (un)understanding Being who (what) you thought I was (am) I (sit)sat(besotted) in silence (washing) wishing but not wishing(fishing) at all Being who you thought (wrought) I (be) was  Stephan Anstey Bigger than That Sat, 31 Dec 2011 08:11:34 GMT /section-808-bigger-than-that#comments 2 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/12971 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/12971 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A12971 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-12973-all-night https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-12973-all-night 1. an orange cat on a feather quilt stretched across from the shadow the cool hints the stars left behind another story without a point until someone, anyone looks up and sees how infinity works. 2. a man in blue jeans looks black without a moon he can not see the echoes of his footsteps but the light from The Blue Corner Lounge reminds him where he comes from and how he's going no where at all faster than any man rightly should. 3. a white car on Moody Street  becomes only a wan memory for a second, then a buzzing sound under a long series of broken streetlights then less than even that - red lights playing in the eyes of a stranger in a building beside a dead end road. 4. four drunk guys with good tans tell the story of a portugese chick's ass as she wanders through the housing projects toward a corner store she doesn't know is closed an hour ago. she doesn't know her mother is worried. she doesn't know her boyfriend is in the bar picking up some underage red head named sue as she walks past 5. on a thirty year old silver Schwinn  a 40-something man with graying hair and a 8-o'clock shadow pumps rusty pedals  loudly and looks for cans with deposits it only takes 60 for a beer. When he sees one he falls over. It's hard to keep one's balance in light of hope. 6. a fat girl eyeballs cars  with only one man  looking hungry hoping he might want anything  but what he has.  if he slows, she knows how the night will end no one else needs to know if she's rockin' out or not. 7. One light on in an apartment building full of elderly people.  Sometimes, night comes early for the dead. He was a tall man who liked to play mandolin and paint nudes  of the most prim looking women he saw walking their dogs in the little park outside the door. 8. a rat skitters under the stars for less than a second until a drunk man shuffles too near neither believes in what is seen or what is unseen neither knows what is done or left undone Neither sins tonight. 9. a fitted sheet ruffles over the cobblestones in the autumn breeze a middle-aged teacher looks up and sees her favorite constellation that isn't there - she's just  drunk. she looks up again and admires the daisies that are also not there on the sheet 10. a young man on the phone with his mother as she receives  another treatment in Boston for her pancreatic cancer the words are indistinct  but the tension is clear enough from his wheedling tone,  please keep trying. 11. a filthy homeless man might be old (or young, who knows?) in a brown jacket ripped and patched a dozen times sleeps behind the self-serve gas station under a fir  with his left hand holing tight to a stolen shopping cart he pushed 3 miles to get  here? 12. A coyote rummages through  a plastic garbage barrel but all anyone sees is a dog a hungry mangy dog again he leaves back into the wood to consider the ways a soul breaks: in a snap, an instant, a thousand pieces,  or sometimes quietly with an empty belly. 13. a millipede under a log cool and damp searches for rotting things to eat out of the way  of the serious sun Light or madness? 14.  a duck floats at the edge of the glassy blackness of the old mill pond resting,  until later comes with sharper teeth and a moon that doesn't care who he reveals to whom 15. the cormorant dives beneath the fruitbat and the mosquito in a quest for the baby bass who holds the line  in the cold wet wormless space below them all 16 a professor walks  full of sweet hard cidar from an irish pub back to his cheap apartment behind the lawyer's office and the statue of a generic mill girl who never lived enough to die of cotton lung or even old age. 17. After the first star the blond girl on the corner with the guitar lost track - she was too busy counting 1's. hours later, after the first beer the same thing happened again but this time  to the time.  18. She ate 3 potato skins gooey with cheese and sour cream crunchy with bacon and fresh chives Then she made the same old decision again to toss it all up into the white porcelain bowl. Even in the darkness - a girl can feel fat. 19. a skunk waddles under a toyota to the back yard where the rubbish barrels overflow with days of unfinished dinner. He is only halfway through when the neighbors dog disturbs him enough to explain how badly interruptions stink. 20. she is crying in her father's truck over a boy with a broken zipper and condom. he says, "It'll be  ok. it'll be ok." like every other night. ... more Stephan Anstey Bigger than That Sat, 08 Oct 2011 05:29:07 GMT /section-808-bigger-than-that#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/12973 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/12973 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A12973 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-12972-puritan https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-12972-puritan  If Nina were the Pinta and the Pinta were a ship if Maria was a hussy with a tattoo on her hip if the saints were wary and the ocean all enraged if the injuns all were coughing and the bears trapped in a cage If all the Eurotrash were thrashing over all the salted sea If rocks and rolls and waves and trolls reminded you of me Would you dare to colonize, would you dare to live Would you find it in your heart, to kindly just forgive? Stephan Anstey Bigger than That Sat, 08 Oct 2011 05:23:48 GMT /section-808-bigger-than-that#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/12972 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/12972 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A12972 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-12969-allusion-to-a-moonrise https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-12969-allusion-to-a-moonrise  Oh wild moon, the goose is barking and but for the loon, we are still the maddest. Hail ye, every star, memory is that equinox that holds a hand out to us all when we, with frosted toes, each fall Oh wild moon, the skunk is laughing and smiling raccoon, he knows all of our silly trash. Hail ye, every star, memory is the solstice - the peace of winter stark and kind and honest, a bare burn of ice and looming sun. Oh Wild moon, you are the poet writing and but for your heart, I would be the maddest one of all. ... more Stephan Anstey Bigger than That Sat, 08 Oct 2011 05:12:38 GMT /section-808-bigger-than-that#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/12969 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/12969 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A12969 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-12967-freedom https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-12967-freedom  Fine, Let's discuss freedom: It is a perfect marigold growing in the crack in the sidewalk. when the first hard frost comes it will turn brown sadly and wither die, dry and blow away until that, it is the most beautiful though breaking through path between anywhere and anywhere else. Stephan Anstey Bigger than That Sat, 08 Oct 2011 05:09:03 GMT /section-808-bigger-than-that#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/12967 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/12967 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A12967