Peter Gizzi Poems
|1.||It Was Raining On Delft||2/28/2014|
|5.||Lines Depicting Simple Happiness||8/8/2015|
|6.||A Winding Sheet for Summer||6/28/2018|
|8.||Hypostasis & New Year||6/28/2018|
|9.||In Defense of Nothing||6/28/2018|
|11.||Lessons in Darkness||6/28/2018|
|12.||Lines Depicting Simple Happiness||6/28/2018|
|13.||A Panic That Can Still Come Upon Me||6/28/2018|
|14.||Poem for John Wieners||6/28/2018|
|15.||True Discourse on Power||6/28/2018|
|16.||Vincent, Homesick for the Land of Pictures||6/28/2018|
|17.||BEGINNING WITH A PHRASE FROM SIMONE WEIL||6/28/2018|
|18.||A TELESCOPE PROTECTS ITS VIEW||6/28/2018|
|21.||THE GROWING EDGE||6/28/2018|
Comments about Peter Gizzi
I've spent my life in a lone mechanical whine,
this combustion far off.
How fathomless to be embedded in glacial ice,
what piece of self hiding there.
I am not sure about meaning but understand the wave.
No more Novalis out loud.
No Juan de la Cruz singing 'I do not die to die.
' No solstice, midhaven, midi, nor twilight.
No isn't it amazing, no none of that.
To crow, to crown, to cry, to crumble.
The trees the air warms into a bright something
a bluish nothing into clicks and pops
bursts and percussive runs.
I come with my asymmetries, my ...
If love if then if now if the flowers of if the conditional
if of arrows the condition of if
if to say light to inhabit light if to speak if to live, so
if to say it is you if love is if your form is if your waist that
pictures the fluted stem if lavender
if in this field
if I were to say hummingbird it might behave as an
if not if the heart's a flutter if nerves map a city if a city