Barbara Guest Poems
|4.||A Way of Being||3/31/2016|
|6.||Dissonance Royal Traveller||3/31/2016|
|7.||Eating Chocolate Ice Cream: Reading Mayakovsky||3/31/2016|
|14.||Santa Fe Trail||3/31/2016|
|15.||The Blue Stairs||3/31/2016|
|16.||The Screen of Distance||3/31/2016|
|22.||Sound and Structure||9/24/2016|
|28.||Wild Gardens Overlooked by Night Lights||9/24/2016|
|29.||An Emphasis Falls On Reality||9/24/2016|
Comments about Barbara Guest
Sleep is 20
insignificant flamenco dancer
important as you watched
the mountain ridge
the dry hills
What an idiotic number!
Sleep is twenty
it certainly isn't twenty sheep
there weren't that many in the herd
under the cold crest of Sierra Nevada
It's more like 20 Madison Ave. buses
while I go droning away at my dream life
Each episode is important
that's what it is! Sequences —
I've got going a twenty-act drama
the theatre of ...
A Way of Being
There we go in cars, did you guess we wore sandals?
Carrying the till, memorizing its numbers,
apt at the essential such as rearranging
languages. They occur from route to route
like savages who wear shells.
"I cannot place him." Yet I do.
He must ascend indefinitely as airs
he must regard his image as plastic,