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Sunday, June 28, 2015
Two men who wanted to see the sunrise would be very foolish to argue about the place where it would appear and their means of looking at it, then to let their argument degenerate into a quarrel, from that to come to blows and in the heat of the conflict to gouge out each other's eyes. There would no longer be any question then of contemplating the dawn...
~ Augustine of Hippo (from Sermons)
Friday, April 10, 2015
Ode de toilette
There's beauty even in the humble bog,
it's whiteness, and the whiteness of the brush
offering its handle patiently.
like sentries in their red and gold, wait two
bleach bottles, calm before their call to war,
to battle with our secret enemies.
Two rolls of paper on the other side
with equal patience wait behind the bin,
whose plastic collar splays out like a ruff:
how noble those whose whole call is to serve.
Black tile meets white wall with yin yang
accord and perpendicular precision.
Black the holy backdrop for the white;
the toilet's double's mirrored in the light.