Who will calculate for us the cost of our decision to forget?
--George Seferis
Of those departed
and of their deeds
(most haunting,
most memorable)
naught was left
(undeciphered,
unforgettable)
to remember.
new old kid on the blog, with an occasional old or new poem written off the old writer's block
Saturday, April 25, 2009
Friday, April 24, 2009
Thomas Alva Edison, 1949
I knew who Thomas Alva was by heart;
he was always twenty-five, suspended
over my bed like a bat, though
he was really a light bulb.
Thomas must have flickered and died
about twenty-five times before Momma said
she'd had enough: I'd go blind reading
comics in that bad light. She was right,
besides, it was cheaper,
so she burned them all one night.
.
Thomas Alva, wherever you are,
you helped me with the English I know,
it was all Greek to me, though
you never knew it--
I hope you're resting
yours truly, your enlightened
incandescent soul.
(First published in Maverick Magazine 6/7)
he was always twenty-five, suspended
over my bed like a bat, though
he was really a light bulb.
Thomas must have flickered and died
about twenty-five times before Momma said
she'd had enough: I'd go blind reading
comics in that bad light. She was right,
besides, it was cheaper,
so she burned them all one night.
.
Thomas Alva, wherever you are,
you helped me with the English I know,
it was all Greek to me, though
you never knew it--
I hope you're resting
yours truly, your enlightened
incandescent soul.
(First published in Maverick Magazine 6/7)
Wednesday, April 22, 2009
Saturation Point
radio
active
bee
sieging
deci-
mated
hearth.
(first published in NOON: journal of the short poem, #2)
active
bee
sieging
deci-
mated
hearth.
(first published in NOON: journal of the short poem, #2)
Saturday, April 18, 2009
Thursday, April 16, 2009
Prehensile
Grasping, but not man-
Handling the language,
As if the poem were,
So to speak, a glass
Mandible.
(First published in Poetry Salzburg Review #11, Spring 2007)
Handling the language,
As if the poem were,
So to speak, a glass
Mandible.
(First published in Poetry Salzburg Review #11, Spring 2007)
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