Faulty Diction

A Color of the Sky by Tony Hoagland


Windy today and I feel less than brilliant,
driving over the hills from work.
There are the dark parts on the road
                     when you pass through clumps of wood   
and the bright spots where you have a view of the ocean,   
but that doesn’t make the road an allegory.

I should call Marie and apologize
for being so boring at dinner last night,
but can I really promise not to be that way again?   
And anyway, I’d rather watch the trees, tossing   
in what certainly looks like sexual arousal.

Otherwise it’s spring, and everything looks frail;
the sky is baby blue, and the just-unfurling leaves
are full of infant chlorophyll,   
the very tint of inexperience.

Last summer’s song is making a comeback on the radio,   
and on the highway overpass,
the only metaphysical vandal in America has written   
MEMORY LOVES TIME
in big black spraypaint letters,

which makes us wonder if Time loves Memory back.

Last night I dreamed of X again.
She’s like a stain on my subconscious sheets.   
Years ago she penetrated me
but though I scrubbed and scrubbed and scrubbed,   
I never got her out,
but now I’m glad.

What I thought was an end turned out to be a middle.   
What I thought was a brick wall turned out to be a tunnel.   
What I thought was an injustice
turned out to be a color of the sky.

Outside the youth center, between the liquor store   
and the police station,
a little dogwood tree is losing its mind;

overflowing with blossomfoam,   
like a sudsy mug of beer;
like a bride ripping off her clothes,

dropping snow white petals to the ground in clouds,

so Nature’s wastefulness seems quietly obscene.   
It’s been doing that all week:
making beauty,
and throwing it away,
and making more.

enochliew:

Illustrations by Mark Weaver

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A Brief Compendium of Reasons I Take Naps Ranked by Frequency of Instance:

1. Fatigue

2.  Alcohol Induced Fatigue

3. Boredom

*  Anecdotal evidence suggests a strong corollary between Reason Two and Reason Three.  Further testing is in progress to determine the exact degree of influence. Donations for further research into Reason Two are always welcome. 

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ryanpanos:

Landscape as Cartography | Socks Studio

Flying in the 20s had to be a thrilling experience, indeed. In the absence of radio communication or radar technology, pilots engaged in American coast to coast airmail or passenger service had to rely on often imprecise navigation charts to avoid getting lost. Most of the time they were alone in the air, flying on desertic territory, hoping to reach the destination without encountering bad weather.

To help guiding the pilots across the impervious North American territory, the Congress funded the construction of very large arrow-shaped Airmail Beacons, (up to 20 meters in lenght). Every concrete arrow, painted in bright yellow, was accompanied by a 15 m tall tower, emitting a powerful gas powered light. Each arrow pointed towards the next, separated one with another by a distance of 3 to 10 miles. The beacon towers have been scrapped and recycled for WWII, while the yellow paint has since been worn off by the elements, but the enormous solid concrete arrows are likely to stand there for good.

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R. Kelly’s sexual metaphors: a catalog.

Poet Laureate R. Kelly - Fo’ Realz

losangelespast:

An elevated police traffic box overlooks the intersection of Main Street, Spring Street, and 9th Street, Los Angeles, circa 1917. 

losangelespast:

An elevated police traffic box overlooks the intersection of Main Street, Spring Street, and 9th Street, Los Angeles, circa 1917. 

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