https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/section-88-seriously-good-poems-beloved-by-stephan All originally posted on DMV en 2005-2012 shakespearesmonekys@gmail.com 42.65593 -71.33391 Wed, 10 Jun 2026 14:46:13 GMT yacs http://blogs.law.harvard.edu/tech/rss 70 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-2341-aspect-ratio https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-2341-aspect-ratio 24 frames per second and it seems too slow. He cuts the scene tight shadows the table with back light in black and white. Close aperture in noir, that upward angle reflects a world bigger than his birdseye view and a certain terrible integrity anstey Seriously Good Poems, Beloved by Stephan Sat, 01 Nov 2008 19:24:40 GMT /section-88-seriously-good-poems-beloved-by-stephan#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/2341 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/2341 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A2341 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-2342-bones-in-a-wheat-field https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-2342-bones-in-a-wheat-field The crows picked hardat the bones in the gold field,until they lay bleached whiteand stripped bare.I watched, reduced from waiting outthe winter, left anemic from all that pale greyand watery light.I found bones in high summerwhile the wheatswayed in a fine windand the heat movedthe slow pulse of my bloodsome place deep and quiet.Over and far away,I might have heardthe faint brush of a sighon the back of my neck.Or maybe it was justthe wind ruffling new rushes.I might have heard the sighof the wind carrying youaway.I might have heardthe bones crumbling into dust ... more Pug Mayne Seriously Good Poems, Beloved by Stephan Sat, 01 Nov 2008 19:24:40 GMT /section-88-seriously-good-poems-beloved-by-stephan#comments 2 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/2342 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/2342 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A2342 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-2333-cotton https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-2333-cotton He calls it fictionthe fabric of experienceI've been unravellingskein by skein. Weft and warpunwoven deftlyand separated into threadsas if they were sense. All the textureand pattern frayedwon't change cottoninto wool he can pullover his eyes. The flimsy threadsare what they are mine. anstey Seriously Good Poems, Beloved by Stephan Sat, 01 Nov 2008 19:24:40 GMT /section-88-seriously-good-poems-beloved-by-stephan#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/2333 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/2333 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A2333 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-2332-doodling-in-the-winter https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-2332-doodling-in-the-winter December brought disappointment and rain, which continued until two o'clock in the morning  on the twenty-fourth day, when i finally  heard the leaves quake in the current of an indifferent wind. Now, I am determined to scrape the moss off and carve something worth reading on the north side of the trees. Kath Seriously Good Poems, Beloved by Stephan Sat, 01 Nov 2008 19:24:40 GMT /section-88-seriously-good-poems-beloved-by-stephan#comments 3 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/2332 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/2332 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A2332 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-2339-falls-terrace https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-2339-falls-terrace that otter in the waternever oughtta caughtthat fish anstey Seriously Good Poems, Beloved by Stephan Sat, 01 Nov 2008 19:24:40 GMT /section-88-seriously-good-poems-beloved-by-stephan#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/2339 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/2339 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A2339 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-2340-like-the-way-your-lips-twitch https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-2340-like-the-way-your-lips-twitch she wears her blondlike a crucifix.A distinction earned hard, the old fashioned way.At least on your back, the blood won't flow down it. So, the only thing leftis the sequel-she'll starwearing sequinsand smoking. the last scene-cut to the fall from the pier,voice-over shrieking the originalin mad love with the blondblood flows down whipped backsit's all about the sequelfell from the pier, shrieking Alcuin of York Seriously Good Poems, Beloved by Stephan Sat, 01 Nov 2008 19:24:40 GMT /section-88-seriously-good-poems-beloved-by-stephan#comments 1 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/2340 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/2340 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A2340 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-2335-reliquary https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-2335-reliquary In the house of bone the windows ache. The gileded jars of saint'sfingers and shins  are all labeled and neatly contained. Temporal  fragments adorned and adored, while hung in self conscious rows. A room where you can scan the femur,  worship a thumb or wonder at a part of a rib. Pieces of the saints, with scrimmed edges scrolled mercilessly into a fine point. one careless edge, one slip, and the bit gouges and fragments bone into dust. Time leaches the pale ribs of all our frail cages. Time mars the surface with lines, and underneath fissures widen into craters. We all wear poor frames that weaken under strain. Still greedily we gather amidst the past's shards. We jar them and contain them as if we could hold the greatness with the dust. And on, the single file line passes by seeking redemption in the house of bones. ... more Pug Mayne Seriously Good Poems, Beloved by Stephan Sat, 01 Nov 2008 19:24:40 GMT /section-88-seriously-good-poems-beloved-by-stephan#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/2335 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/2335 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A2335 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-2337-shoes https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-2337-shoes I can't walk in yours.For one thing, yours are tensmine are sevens.Then, there's the corn thingon that toe just to the leftof your big one.Finally, there's the thingabout me not liking shoes with solesand that thing where you don'tlike heels.So- I guess we just go onwearing our own anstey Seriously Good Poems, Beloved by Stephan Sat, 01 Nov 2008 19:24:40 GMT /section-88-seriously-good-poems-beloved-by-stephan#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/2337 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/2337 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A2337 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-2336-state-of-grace https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-2336-state-of-grace Three thousand feet and twenty nine degrees, the rain turned to snow and reflected in the beams from intermittent street lamps. The ruts in the road widened over Indian John Hill and the firs lining the way grew menacing fingers. One moment caught a scant glance of carrion in the road. Just a miserable pile left in some other traveler's wake. There is no stopping, this time, on this road. One glimpse in the rear view and a moment of recognition in that miserable pile of bone and hide; the dusty pile of road-weary carcass met some lonely end on this same road. It might have been hours, it might have been days ago. No trail of ruby red tail lights to follow and no clear path, just ruts in the road. ... more Pug Mayne Seriously Good Poems, Beloved by Stephan Sat, 01 Nov 2008 19:24:40 GMT /section-88-seriously-good-poems-beloved-by-stephan#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/2336 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/2336 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A2336