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Port Townsend, WA: 7th-20th Dec. 1999
"In thoughts of the visions of the night, I saw long rows of angels in paradise, each with his hands in a jar of spermaceti." —Moby-Dick [limestone] as long as the last salt seance advances like sea foam [mycelium] the rain & take make shore houses out of beads your coral-free seascape like a public […]
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How to Stay Alive in the Woods (for Michael O’Leary)
Mosquitoes prefer blue and all birds are eatable Suppose you have no gun snares are simple and invaluable A button is a useful lure and the best belt has a buckle Blood can be secured and carried and bones may mean your salvation Staying alive in the woods from the green depths of sensation From […]
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Presence of All Colors (for Jerome Rothenberg)
my black wristwatch my black pocketknife my black chanting-box my black rosary my black flashlight my black winter gloves my black watch-cap my black camera my black typewriter my black tyre-sandals my black lamp wick my black picture frame my black tu’ pháp my black shortwave my black cassock my black window my black tooth […]
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Summer
My heart, this sunken day I shall go on saying Mercy, how the heat tires determination Upholds method and prudence in watering And we all went out to nightfall And there was luxury in it
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Patrick’s Point / Rim Trail
You lift a banana slug off the trail with a twig — gravel attached to its body — and leave it in damp leaves.
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from/for E.B.B.
How do I love thee — O metaphor that is my gravity. I love thee by light and word — the level of my world.
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from The Book of Acts:
Acts of AnxietyReady or not the day comes on It sits upon us with one accord Anytime a door is opened Anywhere Many are the expectations Amassed And it shall come to pass The world of consequence be with you Always
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shift at oars (from Emptied of All Ships)
water relives reservoir boat bottom draft displaced º lineal thought backward body no one knows the brains I am now º tree an oar origin joints ruptured soak in deep ink º wallpaper remnant flower float chandelier brief case hundred words logged erode my Arabic º congestion of resin person forecasts final position restless sleep […]
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from The Book of Acts:
Acts of InterpretationTo become a kind of emissary I have found Wonder in pieces Moving towards me, slowly All at once the depts of time Abide Inside A lantern on the internal Intensified You can define prospect with only so much Certainty Rain pooled in the streets’ hollow I shallow the news Someone is gambling for control […]