whine with french
what I set up for myself comes together and then it falls apart together and apart together and apart like mini stages set for these small plays haphazard shrines or gestures at the altar...
Monthly Archive: March 2004
what comes
Drifts of snowdrops, moist gray of approaching rainstorm, dust blowing across the highway, the shy bridge flashing its green strands of light … I need the company of a poet in the office. And...
reading threads
The writing is thin and sheer, scraps of worn cloth fluttering over the days of the week. They can’t be assembled into anything, they are too weak to weave a needle through without disintegration...
the system
Inside there was like a bare room, or an alphabet, an alphabet of clemency. Now at last you knew what you were supposed to know. The words formed from it and the sentences formed...
leaning on learning
Your knotted hair Around your shoulders A shawl the color of the spectrum Like that marvelous thing you haven’t learned yet. J.A., “The Skaters,” p223 Today I was reading from The Double Dream of...
speaking freely
We had reached that stage in our perennial evolution where holy thoughts no longer exist and one can speak one’s mind freely, and the night shot back an answering fragrance: too far to the...
the instruction manual
Back to the instruction manual which has made me dream of Guadalajara. J.A., “The Instruction Manual,” p10 Risky risky risky risky. Commentary, I mean. I didn’t understand this poem as a parody until I...