For me, Twitter is a working out. I went for months of tweets with not much more than a gull, weeks with just a time of day (noon), and days, most recently, with just the cootie catcher.
My suites center on the quick and the dead:
At my aunt’s funeral, my uncle called my name. That was all.
It was spring when she died. My uncle lived to not see another spring summer fall, to not open a blind. We buried him in the cold.
The silver cord, the golden bowl, the long home. The cord slips, the bowl cracks, the long home.
1:5 Poets in their ecstasy don’t channel poems. Instead, poems in their lassitude channel-surf poets.
1:6 Poets think of parted lips, splayed legs. But the urge to write, the fillip, is really for the propagation of poetry. Poems understand this.
1:7 A poem is domestic, farouche. There’s nothing wild about a poem, even one through Whitman or Thomas. Dickinson, a savage, understood this.
50. Jefferson and Lincoln paired a society’s ability to govern itself with the proposition that all men are created equal. 51. Equal? Man requires a hierarchy (I’ll give Hobbes that), but Locke & Jefferson deliver: Man stands above Nature and below Nature’s God. 52. Jesus declares an equality-in-hierarchy: “I ascend unto my Father, and your Father; and to my God, and your God” (John 20:17). 53. Christianity even honors all three levels – God, People, and Nature – with separate resurrections in order of hierarchy. 54. Man requires a hierarchy. So, from a political standpoint, there must be a God because there must be a man. That’s liberalism. 55. Natural law is based on human nature set (and tugged) between angels and beasts.