Tuesday, December 17, 2019

Indwelling Alloys of Its Dim and Shine


Heather McHugh

A brilliance takes up residence in flaws—
a brilliance all the unchipped faces of design
refuse. The wine collects its starlets
at a lip's fault, sunlight where the nicked
glass angles, and affection where the eye
is least correctable, where arrows of
unquivered light are lodged, where someone
else's eyes have come to be concerned.

For beauty's sake, assault and drive and burn
the devil from the simply perfect sun.
Demand a birthmark on the skin of love,
a tremble in the touch, in come a cry,
and let the silverware of nights be flecked,
the moon pocked to distribute more or less
indwelling alloys of its dim and shine
by nip and tuck, by chance's dance of laws.

The brightness drawn and quartered on a sheet,
the moment cracked upon a bed, will last
as if you soldered them with moon and flux.
And break the bottle of the eye to see
what lights are spun of accident and glass.


  1. Thanks for the link to Umair Haque's article at Eudimonia & Co., even though it makes me want to go into a dark place with a blanket, a five-pound bag of Oreos, and having gotten into a fetal position and covered myself, eat until I pass out. Guess I'd better do that before the riots begin.

    1. 1)i read umair haque's article, and thought that much of what he said made sense - as someone who may already be a canadian, i took some comfort from the fact that the great white north [now with added multicultural immigrants] is not as deranged as the angloamericans are

      2)umair's account of how he was converted from a technocrat into a prophet [my phrasing, not his] is interesting -


      3)he doesn't say what his final diagnosis was - i think it was


      4)every day i remind myself of the Berra Quantum Mechanical Historical Uncertainty Principle

      you never know when something surprising might happen

      5)and speaking of things that contradict one's perhaps unexamined expectations -


      6)in the gita, krishna says people have divine and demonic tendencies

      7)in a child's garden of verses, robert louis stevenson says

      the world is so full
      of a number of things
      i'm sure we should all
      be as happy as kings