Wednesday, December 8th, 2010
albert huffstickler | i was born…
I was born
into a body
and set out in it
to learn who
I was. I saw
no contradiction
in this.
I was born
into a body
and set out in it
to learn who
I was. I saw
no contradiction
in this.
Hello to anyone who loves Austin or poetry and especially Albert Huffstickler’s poetry!
Could you send, by e-mail or post, a note to the Austin City Council to give your approval for naming a small Austin park in his honor?
At the end of this request will be further explanation, copied from e-mails from Rob Elzy [...]
THANKSGIVING EVE
That stranger bearing your name
is following you.
He is walking in your shadow
down the street,
listening to your silences,
tuning in on your prayers.
He is waiting for you
to sense him and turn.
Then he will turn
and you will follow him
back to the place where you come from,
back to the place that was home
before home was anyplace.
Albert Huffstickler Nov. [...]
Writing poetry in america.
Writing poetry in america under the sign of the gun. Writing poetry in some broken down american bar. Writing poetry while trying to drive a cab. In america. Writing poetry while working at the post office, some guy has a stop watch on you, the hangover you are [...]
Love Song
In how many rooms
have I thought about you
in fifteen years?
In how many states?
In how many moods?
Knowing all the while
that you were still the same
and that I was the one
who left and the past
is past and not dead
but living and unretrievable.
Actually, you were
a shit most of the time
but so beautiful.
Sullen and unapproachable.
So was I.
You said [...]