Hell, we all know you
Cut a mean, wide swath but
Before you get carried away
With all that useless fodder,
Don't tell anybody anything
That can be used against you
Till your dying day.
new old kid on the blog, with an occasional old or new poem written off the old writer's block
Saturday, September 19, 2009
Thursday, September 17, 2009
The Poet as Archaeologist
This man smiles at the coming of autumn,
The silence of cicadas makes him laugh;
even the wind-scatter of leaves pleases him.
Tired of digging in, he is digging out
from under the ruins of his measured words,
while his ancestors, having escaped him,
turn round and smile at the distance between.
(from Sentences, 1976)
Tuesday, September 15, 2009
D=O=G=G=E=R=E=L
bending
meaning over
backwards
mongrels vow
to screw
the purebred language
bitches
bow
a posteriori
wow.
(from The Intricate Evasions of As)
meaning over
backwards
mongrels vow
to screw
the purebred language
bitches
bow
a posteriori
wow.
(from The Intricate Evasions of As)
Friday, September 11, 2009
Hieroglyphic
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Thursday, September 10, 2009
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