Russell Edson Poems
|43.||The Alfresco Moment||1/13/2003|
|46.||The Father Of Toads||1/13/2003|
|48.||The Having To Love Something Else||1/13/2003|
|49.||The Sad Message||1/13/2003|
|51.||The Reason Why The Closet-Man Is Never Sad||1/13/2003|
|54.||Paying The Captain||1/13/2003|
|55.||The Marionettes Of Distant Masters||1/13/2003|
|58.||The Family Monkey||1/13/2003|
|63.||A Historical Breakfast||1/13/2003|
|65.||A Performance At Hog Theater||1/13/2003|
|66.||On The Eating Of Mice||1/13/2003|
|67.||Ape And Coffee||1/13/2003|
|68.||A Journey Through The Moonlight||1/13/2003|
|72.||One Lonely Afternoon||1/13/2003|
|78.||A Stone Is Nobody's||1/13/2003|
Comments about Russell Edson
You haven't finished your ape, said mother to father,
who had monkey hair and blood on his whiskers.
I've had enough monkey, cried father.
You didn't eat the hands, and I went to all the
trouble to make onion rings for its fingers, said mother.
I'll just nibble on its forehead, and then I've had enough,
I stuffed its nose with garlic, just like you like it, said
Why don't you have the butcher cut these apes up? You lay
the whole thing on the table every night; the same fractured
skull, the same singed ...
There was a man who found two leaves and came
indoors holding them out saying to his parents
that he was a tree.
To which they said then go into the yard and do
not grow in the living room as your roots may
ruin the carpet.
He said I was fooling I am not a tree and he