Full moon over Los Angeles, by Marcio Watanabe
Hello there, readers. I know we've been on hiatus here for some time, as I was first writing every waking moment and then romping around the Los Angeles area for a long-awaited break. Contrary to popular reports, I was not engaged in journalistic derring-do or running gun battles in the Bradbury Building. Really.
However, Along with some much-needed de-stressing time, I got to geek out on art deco era civic architecture and the irreplaceable thrill of exploring a new area. I got to meet Zoetica and the famed Vivacious G in person, finally see an old friend and push my own boundaries a bit. Of course, by the end I wanted more time and there were things I wanted to do that I didn't get to, but at its core, except for a bout with nasty illness at the very end, it was everything I could have asked for and more. Thank you to everyone for your amazing hospitality and general awesomeness.
After that much-needed mental cleansing, I've returned looking forward to more writing and no longer quite as frustrated about a number of stalled pieces. More here, and soon. In the meantime, it is Friday, and so you lovely, patient people get a poem. Here's a classic from William Carlos Williams:
You Communists and Republicans!
all you Germans and Frenchmen!
you corpses and quickeners!
The stars are about to melt
and fall on you in tears.
Get ready! Get ready!
you Papists and Protestants!
you whores and you virtuous!
The moon will be bread
and drop presently into your baskets.
Friends and those who despise
and detest us!
Adventists and those who believe
Get ready for the awakening.