Friday, 7 September 2007
Persevering and Other Things
Persevering with Charles Wright's Scar Tissue has paid off; as with many a poetry volume, a gem or two may be found here or there.
The Woodpecker Pecks, but the Hole Does Not Appear
It's hard to imagine how unremembered we all become
How quickly all that we've done
Is unremembered and unforgiven,
Bog lillies and yellow clover flashlight our footfalls,
How quickly and finally landscape subsumes us,
And everything that we are becomes what we are not.
This is not new, the orange finch
And the yellow and dun finch
picking the dry clay politely,
The grasses asleep in their green slips
Before the noon can roust them,
The sweet oblivion of the everyday
like a warm waistcoat
Over the cold and endless body of memory.
Cloud-scarce Montana morning.
July, with its blue cheeks puffed out like a putto on an ancient map,
Huffing the wind down from the northwest corner of things,
Tweets on the evergreen stumps,
swallows treading the air,
The ravens hawking from tree to tree, not you, not you,
Is all the world allows, and all one could wish for.
~ Charles Wright
And the last verse from a poem called Pilgrim's Progress
In the end, of course, one's a small dog
At night on the front porch,
barking into the darkness
At what he can't see, but smells, somehow, and is suspicious of.
Barking, poor thing, and barking,
With no one at home to call him in,
with no one to turn the light on.
~ Charles Wright
Yes, it was worth the slog through. And, yes, it's probably time to pick it back up and start all over again.
When is a blog a journal? When no one posts responses? Hmn?
Back to the tour through back issues of Lilliput. This time it is number 118, which was a broadside of the poet M. Kettner, entitled Highku. A decidedly skewed take on the haiku form. The out-of-body experience as prosody ...
aerial surveillance of self
patent leather reflecting sun
on a crate of oranges
straight all day:
tar balls floating in water.
dried bread crust behind the couch.
Ping-Pong ball caught in a vacuum hose
parking tickets unpaid
~ M. Kettner
Next time, homage to Issa - I hope. Or, maybe Whitman. Or not. Hmn.
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Wednesday, 12 September 2007 - 14:09 EDT
like your Lilli your blog
precise even this complication glad to be included
"in" and, as you know 'blogging' is risky...
ready and these double spacing s take a certain re/adjustment opps. How'd this line run-on?
cheers Don, Ed baker