Friday, January 01, 2010

Maybe The Fuzzy Green Balls Are Monsters


Caravaggio, legend plays,

killed a man at a tennis game.

Renaissance balls weren’t the same

as ours but maybe in those days


the whole civilization craze

wasn’t art and science. The blame

might fall on tennis balls. Man’s shame

is balls play us in monstrous ways.


Five hundred years ago did balls

become sentient and hypnotize

us with their back-and-forth bouncing?


Our art, crime, wars, skyscrapers, malls—

Are we in play and balls, all wise,

feed us play-by-play announcing?



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On the other side of the world

the tennis season has started.

Look! Maria Sharapova

has another banana! Cool!







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The Fuzzy Green Balls Aren’t Monsters


'Caravaggio': The Artist as Outlaw



















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