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2 de Enero, 2007
Ode to A Green, Green Night
Categorized under Poesía | Tags: fotoshop, Iraq
THROUGHOUT THE HOLLOW-HEARTED CATHEDRAL
applause rises like unwithering sulphur
beanstalk tendrils reaching
for an imaginary sky
one cloud weeping under a dizzy anthem
of silence
jesús lifts an ochre finger and a wet palm manger
rocks in a dead sea breeze but stops
and
unpeeling itself like an eye unblinking
from a paraded, cavorted, corpse still stinking
sucks a wound of fury nestled neckwise
twelve lips suckling bloody fruited pits as they savor
a beautiful emerald crime
smoldering seeds of undoing
planted
like poisonous pearls quickblooming
rainbow-slick gravel all night gnashed and mealy
on the smoky tonguetip of a cirrhotic soul
a national soul
an ocean of murder
but isn't it better?
better there than here?
better on sand than grass?
better Muslim than Christian?
better their children than our children?
better Iraqi than American?
better Iranian than American?
better Syrian than American?
better Egyptian than American?
better Pakistani than American?
better Sunni than American?
better Shia than American?
and just better there
than Here?
dragging behind the hand that salutes
is a rope that clings like a scabrous shadow
like a stain on the page to which you'll always re turn
like a shimmering digital looping burn
a hot foxy vision on the television screen
shrieking slogans of division obscene and i've seen
two jaws manic banging
and a tendon untender blooded spigot shithanging
skeleton tongue always soothing
giving an empassioned delivering of quivering slithering clot
commas drop squatty
into the mass grave plot our american
freedom hath happily
wrought
the devil rides a bicycle smiling five hundred miles by dawn
and sleeps soundly as his army of patriot slaves deliver tiny rotten bundles of daybreak-colored terror
to every boy and girl
(There and Here)
around the world
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Comentarios (6)
Professor Zero dijo:
Very good. I may have to start writing some poems too, good surrealistic ones, it will be a propos.
Palabras por Professor Zero spat forth on el 2 de Enero, 2007 at 04:54 PM
nezua limón xolagrafik-jonez dijo:
i appreciate that muchly.
Palabras por nezua limón xolagrafik-jonez spat forth on el 2 de Enero, 2007 at 05:01 PM
Arcturus dijo:
would love to hear ya read this one day ... my head's tired, & I can only grab onto some of the rhythm - or I'm screwing it all up - enjoyed the rhymeplay
Palabras por Arcturus spat forth on el 3 de Enero, 2007 at 10:27 AM
nezua limón xolagrafik-jonez dijo:
hey arcturus, i appreciate the thought...maybe i'll do that. upload an audio file. i thought about that, thought about if people would read it out loud, or hear it the way i'd prefer. i guess there's only one way to make sure!
Palabras por nezua limón xolagrafik-jonez spat forth on el 3 de Enero, 2007 at 10:36 AM
Arcturus dijo:
well, yanno -- I'm one of those people who gets off on soundz - so yea, i did read it aloud & delighted in the soundplay & rhymes - but had the feeling you were doing something rhythmic I wasn't quite picking up on
i ALWAYS want to hear a poet's words in his/her own voice - it so often opens up the page later in marvelous ways - when young in SF, I went to everyone's readings - not the way to 'play to the game' in that balkanized culture - but it was ear-expanding! I can promise you at least one d/l if post a mp3
you are, nezua, in Oppen's words (from "If it all went up in smoke" in _Primitive_): "of that people the grass / blades touch / and touch in their small / distances the poem / begins"
Palabras por Arcturus spat forth on el 3 de Enero, 2007 at 11:01 AM
nezua limón xolagrafik-jonez dijo:
hey man, that's beautiful. thank you. and you're right. so right. anyway, lorna dee always uploads poems she's read, i can too. i'll do that soon. soon as i finish this article that's taking me so long!!
Palabras por nezua limón xolagrafik-jonez spat forth on el 3 de Enero, 2007 at 11:13 AM