Status Updates From Selected Poems

If I had been mute as the trusty stone step beneath the sun heedless of its
wound sewn with ivy," she said, "if I had been childlike as the white tree
receiving the fright of bees, if the hills had lived on into summer, if the
lightning had opened its gates to me, if your night had forgiven me..."

ARTINE
To the silence of one who sets us dreaming.
To offer a glass of water to a horseman as he passes hurtling headlong on a racetrack invaded by the crowd takes an absolute awkwardness on both sides... Impatient, he was perfectly aware of the order of dreams which would henceforth haunt his brain.

"Dusk lay on your face like stone." Lovely.

Char writes beautifully, but while I often catch the emotion of the lines, I sometimes don't catch the meaning. With his poems, I suspect that's the point.

Setting this aside for the moment. Char is wonderful, but I'm just not in the mood. David Goodis instead.