Crossing
Potter St
These ugly dispensations
– you don’t need them
– divide the text
as chance wishes
Church
Lane
passing a funeral
always remembered?
soon forgotten?
decrepit origins
at last lost
Coffee
Corner
this jewelled head
odd & old, raised up as
the perfect mystery where
ritual expresses ridicule
dangerous for something
beautiful to shame us
really share w/ the brain
the body
this whole world
our senses
live within
Sandle
Road
A stare at our hearts?
The wounded pulse of our humanity
Will survive your gaze.
Rodolfo
Do Bassio, “Poemetta dell neve”
il graffito dei giorni
che ingloba sole e azzurro
il fremito il guizza del sangue
che si disfa in modiglia
edited Dana Gioia &
Michael Palma, New Italian Poets
(Story Line Press, 1991), p 98
United
Reformed Church
at this chapel
bread was broken
and the word
danced despite
Lyn
Hejinian, “Masks from A Mask of
Motion”
you choose your truths
tired.
A Mask of Motion (Burning Deck Press, 1977), n.p.
Potter
St (seated)
Desperate times
living in dreams
drinking milk
in token of
our innocence
Hockerill
Writing our language into a scary mask –
isn’t that what we’re made of, then?
Lyn
Hejinian, “Masks from A Mask of
Motion”
“. . . somehow, strange as it seems,
completely unrelated events can
intertwine in my memory and then I
see they had something in
common.”
Hejinian 1977, n.p.
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