Henceforth Amytis
overlook the full surroundings
& sink into Scheherazade's satchel
bubble up carefully & come forward
bare-handed as the brow of Amytis
now each off-hand phrase
has at least some warmth
intermediate enough,
Nebuchadnezzar enough
yes! yes! send me any flounce
from any scene! the trifles open naturally,
now even the sharpest use
observatory telescopes to see them
though they still come to us stooped
& obsequious, bubbled up to come forward
THIRST - my first vicinity was a tolerably warm
boot upon a road lately removed, a cynical hold upon
the lurking tearfuls... N E B U C H A D N E Z Z A R
finding prey with his forefinger, just another snake shifting &
craning to come forward out from the full surroundings, this
perseverance is a centaur hueless beside remains of fair weather
intone Proteus countless no longer, henceforth Amytis always
anchor to swim blood-dyed in intonation, blood to vindicate a
dog short of hands, someday I'll lay a pair of gloves on her brow
until then, the whole story is vigorous as ever
texts that change the conscious parameters of literature, both for readers and writers. from a different angle than these, r.p. blackmur adds: 'poetry: [is] ...language so twisted and posed in a form that...it adds to the stock of available reality.' formerly edited by peter ganick. send texts to Volodymyr Bilyk at ex.ex.lit@gmail.com for consideration...
Friday, June 17, 2011
poem || Jeff Harrison
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