Distribution Automatique

Saturday, August 21

Lanny Quarles of
phaneronoemikon {click here}
enjoyed a poem of William Bronk
I posted, so here's another one:


In the late summer, the sky begins to grow
Larger. Noticeably. Melons. the blue
recedes into mid-fall, The things in it, clouds
or whatever, are not more, but more distinct
and further apart. You have to maintain a watch
for such effects. You have to be looking to see.

*The Empty Hands*
received from *Serendipity*
published by
The Elizabeth Press
1969 (this copy signed
by Bronk to Gilbert Sorrentino)
{click here}
blogs John Kerry's complete 1974 speech
denouncing US war crimes in Vietnam