I've been entering literary contests lately, keeping me busy. You see your writing from another angle.

Interesting article in NY Times science section today about math & origami!!

Some more from Shakespeare's Head. I'm trying to focus my attention to continue this, which I left off a year ago.

                  4

   
 
                  There is a struggle toward a common light,
  a frame of reference, a shared resolve;
  the enterprising covenants revolve
  around a painful common sense (of being right).

   
                  So they gathered once at Shakespeare's Head
  (each head, each pair of eyes a theatre,
  a globe) to try each phrase – each character
  puffed out and flowering in air, a wingèd

   
                  moth or butterfly (conjectural, extemporal,
  provisional).  From dialectical balancing,
  an expensive delicate set of riggings
  begins to whistle in the distance, rise

   
                  and fall, as if breathing on the morning sea;
  and the mast answers – tall, tree-like, fatherly.

      
                                     *

   
                  Orpheus knows the moody marsh he mirrors
  is only his own (splintered from flocks of errors).

   
                  And Hobo, with his rusty O-ring, rows
  into marginal shallows, among rustling
  reeds.  Length of arm is the beginning
  of native estrangement – so it goes on

   
                  reaching, into infinity (anonymous,
  primordial, a someone) – still selfward,
  like a hobo's law of identity (A = DUD).
  Like the thingness of things – various,

   
                  ephemeral, enormous.  Like the ring
  itself, gleaming dully in dun-colored
  palm.  Heaven-earth tethered there,
  polar, in steadfast silver – breathing.

         
                                           12.12.02