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:
Our gulls roar overhead all July, jets intersecting tide, intercepting time, picking off eyes and the glints of wriggling scale.
On our way to Mull, the sullen gull, never full, culled through our brill, then skulked about the hull.
All words’ etymology: the cry. The mother of all words.
All words’ Eve: the wail, the holler, the pull. The squalor of gulls’ squalls.
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.
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.