Tuesday, March 27, 2007
One way of looking at a blackbird
Seems Erica fancies herself a satirist:
Blackbird
Readable as cold
Outer as a crucifix
Depressing as confusion
Sorrowful as a charter
Piercing as a cherubim
Insensible as a chancel
Pulsating as a cheek
Vast as a copy
Innumerable as a cabinet
Senseless as a claw
Sunday, March 11, 2007
Principle and introduction
Principle and introduction
Am I trusting?
Setting flower
Gross as a life
I am convinced
I am telegraphic
I am costly
I am asleep
Still an interesting flush breeds
Acknowledgment
A philosopher
A hullabaloo
A trophy
A meeting
A cat
Covert and bracelet
will be brooch and screw
I will be
consummate
I will be finished
When will we get there? Soon, children, soon...
We've been silent, Erica and I, but not disengaged:
Of tambourine
Gone
A cloud
Of gloom
A donkey, whose detonation will be discoloured,
will discern a devil-god
She was depressing
She was discoloured
Her old sort
Shaking death
A crowd, a
beastly menace, and a dark
river lie beyond a distance
after I am animated
I am dark, her
dark dark
Of fire
I slept you
I noticed you
I recollected you
I sent you
In late autumn I
passed you
At midsummer I revered you
You lost me
You toddled me
In autumn you taught me
I will want you in late
autumn
Dared
Trusting nighttime
Darkness, whose darkness will be
non-white, will trust her benighted dark
Decaying darkness
Old as a wheel
Animated as a bronze
A distance, whose dusk
will be light,
will murmur daytime
and safety
Will she be far-off?
Yet a noisy nostril will wonder
Dismantling
A devotion
Dusk
A wickedness, whose dark will
be sour, will
glisten hearing dark
Now
Attention
Corruption
Of darkness
And these are just tests. Final product should be ready by midsummer.
