For
What and Who
OK then is
a poem just a machine made out of words
not rather a prayer submitted to the unknown god
– no not Paul’s, that lying English bully’s –
but the real one who only does not exist?
a poem just a machine made out of words
not rather a prayer submitted to the unknown god
– no not Paul’s, that lying English bully’s –
but the real one who only does not exist?
Joy
walking sunnily thru
ordinary mess &
rubble crunches
The
Return
Haie! Haie! – see they return!
the fleet-footed!
the children
see them return
the end of voyaging
always in return
the familiar close
no escape, no healing
Joy
we run
backwards
& forwards
backwards
& forwards
backwards
& forwards
backwards
& forwards
saying
La
Gioia
Le cose fresche! – com’ il piacere quotidiano
chi cresce
How
Familiar
Aren’t we all then children?
– certainly few of us adult now
For
What and Who
“There is
no self undefiled by experience, no self unmediated in the perceptual
situation; instead there is a world and the person is in it.”
Hejinian, p 203
Hard
Knocks
That wound, that rawness and inadequacy, may
be consciousness.
How
Familiar
sad & ludicrous creatures
that we are, pets, or maybe just larvae, of some inconceivable & grotesque
grace
How
Familiar
Your family
Your fantasy
Your feast
– it’s burning
& they
are all
laughing
together
For What and Who: “A poem is a small (or large) machine made out of words” William Carlos Williams “Author’s Introduction” [to The Wedge}, Selected Essays (New Directions, 1969), p 256.
ReplyDeleteThe Return: Ezra Pound, “The Return”, Collected Shorter Poems (Faber and Faber, 1968), p 85.
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