The Many Names of Paradise

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Thursday, January 05, 2006

Live Bait

Oh! That tricksy spammer! He almost had me with an email entitled Starbucks Treats. It was a worthy ploy; I almost clicked on it, thinking fond thoughts of peppermint mochas and low-fat apple coffee cake, but no! He overplayed his hand with the desperate imperative coffee drinkers click here!. Starbucks would never be such a rouged whore. Her lures are more subtle, more subliminal, more olfactorial.

So cast again you wretched peg-legged poof! This fish has cut loose.

posted by Shangrila @ 1:26 AM

Wednesday, January 04, 2006

Happy Holidays from Dante and Shangrila!

posted by Shangrila @ 5:28 PM

Poem of the Moment

Sweet Reader, Flanneled and Tulled

by Olena Kalytiak Davis

Reader unmovâd and Reader unshaken, Reader unsedcâd
and unterrified, through the long-loud and the sweet-still
I creep toward you. Toward you, I thistle and I climb.

I crawl, Reader, servile and cervine, through this blank
season, countingâI sleep and I sleep, I sleep,
Reader, toward you, loud as a cloud and deaf, Reader, deaf

as a leaf. Reader: Why donât you turn
pale? and, Why donât you tremble? Jaded, staid
Reader, Youâwho can read this and not even

flinch. Bare-faced, flint-hearted, recoilless
Reader, dare youâRare Reader, listen
and be convinced: Soon, Reader

soon you will leave me, for an Italian mistress:
for her dark hair, and her moon-lit
teeth. For her leopardi and her cavalcanti,

for her lips and clavicles; for what you want
to eat, eat, eat. Art-lover, rector, docent!
Do I smile? I, too, once had a brash artless

feeder: his eye set firm on my slackening
sky. He was true! He was thief! In the celestial sense
he provided some, some, some

(much-needed) relief. Reader, much-slept with and Reader, I will die
without touching, You, Reader, You: mr. small-
weed, mr. broad-cloth, mr. long-dark-day. And the Italian mis-

fortune you will heave me for, for
her dark hair and her moonlit-teeth. You will love her well in-
to three-or-four cities, and then, you will slowly

sink. Reader, I will never forgive you, but not, poor
cock-sure Reader, not, for what you think. O, Reader
Sweet! and Reader Strange! Reader Deaf and Reader

Dear, I understand youyourself may be hard-
pressed to bare this small un-necessary burden
having only just recently gotten over the clean clean heart-

break of spring. And I, Reader, I am but the daughter
of a tinker. I am not above the use of bucktail spinners,
white grubs, minnow tails, Reader, worms

and sinkers. Thisandthese curtail me
to be brief: Reader, our sex gone
to wildweather. YesReaderYesâthat feels much-much

better. (And my new Reader will come to me empty-
handed, with a countenance that roses, lavenders, and cakes.
And my new Reader will be only mildly disappointed.

My new Reader can wait, can wait, can wait.) Light-
minded, snow-blind, nervous Reader, Reader troubled, Reader,
what dâye lack? Importunate, unfortunate Reader:

You are cold. You are sick. You are silly.
Forgive me, kind Reader, forgive me, I had not intended to step this quickly this far
back. Reader, we had a quiet wedding: he&I, theparson

&theclerk. Would I could, stead-fast, gracilefacile Reader! Last,
good Reader, tarry with me, jessa-mine Reader. Dar-
(jee)ling, bide! Bide, Reader, tired, and stay, stay, stray Reader,

true. R: I had been secretly hoping this would turn into a love
poem. Disconsolate. Illiterate. Reader,
I have cleared this space for you, for you, for you.