for Andy and Lowery -
the patient two who remain my friends
"We do not mourn that we see through a glass darkly,
we now rejoice in the dark loveliness of the glass." - John Dominic Crossan
"Man grows used to everything, the scoundrel." - Fyodor Dostoevsky
Hamlet: "I have that within that passes show" - William Shakespeare
Distant cousin,
We're made more close by
sorrow. Time's a borrowed
longing, reaches us each to
each - or yours to mine, for
nowhere now we are but
within, perhaps, merely a
conceit but, I in you and
you in vague, yes, me, a
guess, a venality, vanity
being a human trait common,
quite. It is still a trace to
be, to convene congenially.
I now confess:
I preach too much,
from high horse be-
sotted try to sing
a'stammer with all of
England's Pilgrim-more
behind beneath me us
who would be poets.
It is tone that can home
or disperse us, skin or
spooks thinner than thin,
reflections on walls or con-
fused for traffic or meteors
periferal. Didactic, pro-
lific, heiractic much. Ig-
noring transparency's bend,
Let excursus end.
Pretend or pray such
extends us into more
than infirm materiality
but let it rest, or give,
if rest can be given,
riven from wrested
Pleiades retread Maidens.
For now, let's, craven.
Encompassed much verily,
God damn the West, its deity.
Come cauterize come
correct, impress of self,
homo erect us bears
on what's for other fools
now to court, stalk, woo.
To palmer instead Word-
ward, on tinted oars
bend, or pleining sails
snail-pace skies turn
away day from sun
toward Polaris or
Ursas Major/Minor
two, close each
to each, (they)
almost would
reach but for each
a leg in stellar traps
so endless beeward
they wheel they
limp simple enough
bearing in mind
to suffer redundant
motion, helps to
know as all natural
things do no matter
where placed in
curved Space that
night skies every-
where indeed are
a sad
sad zoo.
They're dead now too,
the Bears,
& most seen stars,
a chorus of ill sorts,
to keep time out of
habit and rhyme as
a kind of home to dwell,
(in no where do I)
but liminal bring
them with, bearing
in mind, to say with
or without impunity,
Goddamn the West, its deity.
*
"My hosanna is born of a furnace of doubt." - Doestoevsky
Night Walk With Images
streetlight (lamp
no more orphan
glows)
few passersby
up to no good
go
or not up to
any manageble thing
at all
they
but go
(no) things
themselves
loveliness
(theirs) is
parked swept up
groomed
sky machines
cypher domed
horizon crowned
w/scrapers i.e.
man's grim
insistence
vertical up
leapers
contrails
no more chimney
sweeps sooted
coaled
petrol-eum
now gums up
all works
*
Petrograd
(petrol-grade
how damnable
(are)your clever-
nesses)
now Saint Petersburg
(not one sister
city)
purges between
shrubs and
out of mis-
placed long
necked lilies
breathes
vodka and sex
grim chorus
pigeon-churned
Icon of Our Lady
(O the lilies white)
drapes drips
robed smeared
candle smoke
sags
fagged
ghosts
conjugal wax
in inkless sky
who is it
mispells
O mispells
repeately
the Holy Name
instead
uses abreviations
H N
for brevity's
not breviary's
sake
but (rather)
symbol's rendered
to sign alone
*
Kiosk white white
latticed enlaced
pink roses greet
darkness
TOURISTS WELCOMED
(but no one here
may there indwell but still)
Fodor
not
Fyodor
burnt hair
singed dawn
continentals drift
"The centripetal force on our planet is still
fearfully strong...I know I shall fall on the
ground and kiss those stones." - Doestoevsky
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem