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<div class="raleway">a morning's draft of ice</div>\
what of the sky, blue and cream
and quiet, aubergine? you think this,
and the ice holds that
saddened light (or probably you
came here saddened). and it makes of everything
only the stillness, only a white.
white and you came to it like an upturned flower
growing down, as you have come to grow, in reverse
flower's pose, white, beholden to illumination
in the tradition of epiphanies and leaves (should you leave?).
but the ice has made
its clear position: this is the city,
every earthen tone below the sky (art
deco, telephone poles, the labor
of still living trees
and, as well, the dead) and the water stains, too,
of this cloudful morning—all of it is rendered
tin, or porcelain. you can't see through it.
the slab of ice holds the day
and you are gladdened by it—
it dies a little. warmth like this is liable to take you
to the ground. but if you go you will
go and say nothing. not like the ice
after all, which might swallow the sun
and be only the sound. not the feeling at all—
how could it?
only the breaking.
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<div class="raleway">draft of ice: noontide</div>\
<span class="tab">is every want a hunger or a thirst—</span>
anyway, the sun sets. you know the way of ice
by looking at in the last light. it is slicker
than indecision, darker
than nothing—your inside
rounds against the glass
and finds its blackness—that is what comparison does
to you—don't break during the night you tell the ice,
telling yourself it would be a shame to go that way,
after making it somehow through the day.
you tell yourself you are living in the moment.
check no messages. answer no calls. you're being as fragile
as the water hanging—it's as if you are—as if you have
a mind of gravity but no awareness in your body—or it's as if
the unbent laws of the world have merited letting nothing go
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<div class="raleway">evening's glance of ice</div>\
<span class="tab">glass begets glass - the anniad </span>
maybe it's safest when you pray to yourself about yourself—
<span class="tab">here you imagine another body. here, </span>
<span class="tab">if you'd like, is an icicle. you can touch it. but you won't. </span>
<span class="tab">which doesn't make it unreachable. </span>
<span class="tab">you've felt ice before, and whatever is the number of times </span>
<span class="tab">that is enough, you've met it, face to face.</span>
<span class="tab">you hold yourself. and you look, and on your side </span>
<span class="tab">you literally see reflection, a manner of yourself </span>
<span class="tab">in the color of darkness barely opened. </span>
<span class="tab">when you were younger you would stay and watch. </span>
<span class="tab">from the other side, the ice collects the leftovers </span>
<span class="tab">of streetlights, finishes their thoughts,</span>
<span class="tab">lets them rest and lose their color</span>
—let me not be cold. keep me. let me, unopened, through the night.
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Make this be about the light coming through a window<<set _now to new Date()>>\
<<set $hour to _now.getHours()>>\
/* Note: Midnight = 0 */\
<span id="poem">Darkness</span>\
<<nobr>>\
/*1 Morning 8-13 – 8am-1pm */
<<if $hour >= 8 and $hour <= 13>>
/*this timer makes sure this loads first so it doesn't break*/
<<timed 0s>>
<<replace "#poem">><<display morning>><</replace>>
<<addclass "body" "morning">>
<</timed>>
<</if>>
/*2 Afternoon 14-18 – 2pm-6pm */
<<if $hour >= 14 and $hour <= 18>>
/*this timer makes sure this loads first so it doesn't break*/
<<timed 0s>>
<<replace "#poem">><<display afternoon>><</replace>>
<<addclass "body" "afternoon">>
<</timed>>
<</if>>
/*3 Night 19-23 – 7pm-11pm */
<<if $hour >= 19 and $hour <= 23>>
/*this timer makes sure this loads first so it doesn't break*/
<<timed 0s>>
<<replace "#poem">><<display night>><</replace>>
<<addclass "body" "night">>
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<</if>>
/*4 FarNight 0-4 – Midnight – 4am*/
<<if $hour >= 0 and $hour <= 4>>
/*this timer makes sure this loads first so it doesn't break*/
<<timed 0s>>
<<replace "#poem">><<display farnight>><</replace>>
<<addclass "body" "farnight">>
<</timed>>
<</if>>
/*5 Darkness 5-7 – 5am – 7am*/
<<if $hour >= 5 and $hour <= 7>>
/*this timer makes sure this loads first so it doesn't break*/
<<timed 0s>>
<<replace "#poem">><<display far-night>><</replace>>
<<addclass "body" "darkness">>
<</timed>>
<</if>>
<</nobr>>\
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<div class="raleway">draft of ice: far late</div>\
you know the false compliment of incandescence
won't warm you through the night, can't,
but here it is a kind of home—the other
<span class="tab">color is a spiritual, the lyrics withheld</span>
<span class="tab">(like eyes adjusting</span>
<span class="tab">in the dark) an abstraction of ice (white, somehow</span>
<span class="tab">even in the orange-brown night) </span>
<span class="tab">finding itself</span>
against the first. there is no name for it. call
what you have yourself to call: a skin tone
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<div class="raleway">in the darkness shy</div>\
<span class="tab">"You need the untranslatable ice to watch"</span>
<span class="tab2">- Gwendolyn Brooks, "leaves from a loose-leaf war diary"</span>
of myself and thinking in the dark
the dark made me small
and my small fingers
trailed the wall
and the wall stood
as i stood as i went from door
to door wondering
as a child wonders and afraid
to open one and find someone
<span class="tab">—maybe someone sleeping</span>
or worse awake
as i'm awake now here my eyes
upon the floor
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