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Twenty-Third Amantia Ode: New Tatters
The great spastic glass of the sun in winter’s going glare. :: Wind’s antic helicoid winding upward through the tree. Agitations. A web’s sinews’ yellow radiance. :: Circles of wind rapture the young hawk flashes through. A robin’s nest she stops to plunder. :: Easter moon that blooms above a reef of cream. Vernal silver […]
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Doxemic Intensities: Robert Duncan’s H.D. Book
1. THE BOOK At the core of Robert Duncan’s poetry is myth. He likely had a more complex and nuanced understanding of myth than any other American poet of the twentieth century. For Duncan, myth and poetry are the snakes entwined around Hermes’ caduceus, whose flowering rod bursting forth into wings H.D. waved like a […]
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Smooth Delegate
Clocks the thinking left me grass and traffic ready at the lip, wrist burn from long rests on laptops, all’s pocketed and ambient bent shaded multiples of screen- saver aubades with rhythm as parallax, heart + lung the unworked license of a door shutting by itself
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Resurrect
Now you live in your own sentence. A city of ladders. A speech leans towards the shape of thinking, and the tight part of any mind bridges truth in three voices : light chattering, mixed up and breached by the sound of its story. By the lamp that must take up such space. One lie […]
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Without Duration (after Naftali)
: wind trumpets : my hair splays : the tulip of my body : swarms morning : milky noon absolutes : gather a mass friction : rattles away expectation : for you slips : unposed breast : drips our gusted arms : to defend nakedness : unpeel skin : breath : peering your eye : […]
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And Thereby Shall The Sun Be Made To Shine
Even Osiris needed a ladder to get up to the floor of heaven. The floor of heaven is an immense iron plate. The floor will not permit you to tread upon it until you say its name, and the mystical names of the legs with which you tread. No afterlife until the gods utter your […]
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I’m Almost There for You
Cloudy he didn’t deign to fetch blazoned tunics from the trunk beside the bed. (It’s always at this zilching hour that the rubric sun elects to drop its shadow hearth.) The sirens aced mistaking when they trained me in the dark and your siphoned ability bespoke you, wilting seizures in late woods of bizarre significance, […]
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Nicholast Strawbridge & Will Verona Sneakers
Tempestuous and cold, the man was inconsistent for an animal. The door opened and daycare fell out but I’d prefer if someone took this plastic cup away, having bahn mi on the twelfth of Nevuary, maybe in the shed. The verdurian route formed a lasso around the first half of my life. Lets us call forest […]
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Prince Rupert and the Queen Charlotte Sound
Sold, a rush of poor thinking, long days involving backed crossings and again, supernatural functions of love and straight lines, day made the last time cold So I said upon the dark and the rain which turned a closed room for lack of towers or the mopping of floors into a blue field where god […]