Alexander Duncan

Alexander Duncan Poems

tom waits
drives into my head
like the growl of streetcars
flat
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3 x 10 wide
altogether 1 wheel
2 b its 0-being
it uses a car
...

I always wanted to be a poet
But time intervened,
Swept me away down the urban street
A dance of newspapers and garbage.
...

A granite stone cube half buried in a sandy beach towers against the plain expanse of blue sky. Or is it merely infinitesimal in a world of stars? Perspective blushes the imagination. The universe crushes all experiences to sand, even a granite stone cube or an 'I.' We capitalize the term, we speak of 'an I.' I ruminate upon a granite stone cube, infinitesimal in a world of stars, being crushed to sand, and I understand, perceiving meaning in an arbitrary
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The faces in the rocks
Gaze at me
Intent.
They ask
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Seven hundred million years old
Going on three,
The parrot-beaked mollusk,
Tooth-tongued,
...

My birth, taken.
Surprised by the light,
The caravan carries me away
Into the night.
...

I experience the slick of my brain,
Geometric structures,
Ecstasy,
Consciousness.
...

Sunflower dazzles in rays of summer
Like mind in its enlightenment state,
At rest in its innate effulgence.
Erect, uncouth,
...

Alexander Duncan Biography

Alexander Duncan (born April 9,1954; Toronto, Ontario; 4: 12pm) is a Canadian poet. His mother, whom he never knew, was a ballet dancer. He earned his Bachelor of Arts (Honours) from York University in Toronto, Ontario, followed by one year of graduate study, specializing in modern poetry. In 2011 he converted to the Buddhadharma, after which time he began to publish his poetry, encouraged by Buddhist scholar Dr. Robert Thurman. He has published six books, including Khatas, his first book of poetry, published by Chroniker Press (www.chronikerpress.com) in 2012, and Excrescence of Bacchus, also by Chroniker Press, and is working on an original translation of the Tao Te Ching of Laozi. He also writes a political blog (An_2045) and a Buddhist blog (Pali Meditations, Naked Dharma) on Blogspot, Wordpress, and YouTube respectively. He lives in Deer Park, Toronto. He lives with Zenji, a long lanky tabby tom cat. For money he works in the financial press.)

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Tom Waits' Voice

tom waits
drives into my head
like the growl of streetcars
flat
not high
close to the ground
rough
tom waits' voice
fag busted
whiskey rasped
careless
a tribute to the man of the street
exalted by ordinariness
tapping out its own path's beat
skin taut

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