Recently received from the author: Hassle number 8, featuring David Miller, Hassle Press: 27 Treverbyn Rd, St. Ives, Cornwall TR26 1EZ UK, hasslepress@yahoo.com
Poet, editor, art/lit critic, and accomplished clarinetist, see The Mind Shop, this is Series 5, #5 of Miller’s Spiritual Letters. A short biography, plus information about David’s many publications and some succinct appraisals of his highly demanding but always satisfying work can be found here. My thanks to David for sending me this “Spiritual Letter” under the guise of a plain black-and-white pamphlet. Much appreciated!
“The commune of Poetry becomes so real that [the poet]
sounds each particle in relation to parts of a great story
he knows will never be completed.”--Robert Duncan, Bending the BowThe Sung, tangible as The word sounds.In this instance, poet,A small roundReddish-orange object pluckedFrom a mandarin’s bough.
Nothing substantial, a revenantForever taking us back to where We thought we were relevant.
In a stretch of winter sunshine, Against a harsh weather-Worn veranda wall,Soft blue slippers up-Right in the afternoon,Next to a beckoningRed-pillowed chair.
what is moving is not moonlightacross meadow so much as cloudsshadowing it.
