March 2012
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Come My Cantilations by Ezra Pound
Come my cantilations, Let us dump our hatreds into one bunch and be done with them, Hot sun, clear water, fresh wind, Let me be free of pavements, Let me be free of the printers. Let come beautiful people Wearing raw silk of good colour, Let come the graceful speakers, Let come the ready of wit, Let come the gay of manner, the insolent and the exulting. We speak of burnished lakes, And...
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The Place Where in the End / We Find Our Happiness...
The history of revolutions is the history of vague ideas, Shrugging shoulders, not shrugging shoulders, Standing around, acting without thinking, Acting with thinking, being penned or penning, Being a woman or a girl standing around, A woman or a girl with some flour in her pocket for tossing up a cloud of flour to obscure the martial men’s sight. That white cloud of...
Red Wand by Sandra Simonds
Sometimes I try to make poetry but mostly I try to earn a living. There’s something still living in every urn, I am sure of it. The ash moves around inside the vase like the magnetic filings that make the moustache of Wooly Willy. Maybe a new face counts as reincarnation. The wand says, “I’ll be your ostrich, if you’ll be my swan.” In this...
What They Found In the Diving Bell by Traci...
The first time I saw my mother, she’d been dead fourteen years and came as a ghost in the mirror, plucking the hair beneath her arms, and humming a bossa nova. She lotioned her chapped heels and padded her bra as if she were alive in the old way. She said I was born with my cord wrapped around my neck like a rosary, and she knew God, the doomed father of her days, wanted us both. ...
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