nothing better tidies up a mess than Nothingness



I got up and read this charming little poem by John Updike this morning:

Yardstick

Like Milton’s        measuring the      twofold world
in constantly       decasyllabic          pentameters,
the yardstick       trims the epic       of land and air
and has it trip      obsequiously        to trimeters,
each foot made   of just twelve         symbols each.

Another one I liked:

Vacuum Cleaner

This baggy broom,
whose hum is doom,
refutes for the obtuse
the thought that Nothing has no use:
no, nothing better tidies up a mess
than Nothingness.

Stumbled across Charles Burns weird and lovely X’ed Out at the library recently.

Brought it home to read.

Unfortunately it is the first volume of a continuing series. But I liked it very much.

The main character, like the main character in Ackroyd’s English Music,

keeps flitting in and out of dreaming and experiencing life.

R Crumb blurbs this about it on the cover: “It’s almost as if the artist… as if he weren’t quite human.”

That certainly captures something about this book.

I read and admired Black Hole by this guy.

So no counting for taste, eh? I like this stuff.

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