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Fugue in D Minor with Dissociative State

March 24, 2009

FUGUE IN D MINOR WITH DISSOCIATIVE STATE
1.    Exposition: Abandoned car, dirt road, collapsed coat, single shoe on the shoulder.  Her husband memorizing the horses in the sky while police detectives lift her fingerprints from the wheel and the wind lifts the last of her perfume.
2.    Counter subject:  For days helicopters wheel above the tire tracks, [...]

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More fish poetry

March 23, 2009

Sophie’s second grade is studying the ocean, and to this end they did fish stencils: take a real fish (dead), paint it, and use it as a stencil  Cool, eh?  One does not eat these fish afterwards, but we eat unpainted fish all the time.  A tip: save the tail for use in mermaid drawings.
THE [...]

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The Secret Quaker Broadcasting Network

March 21, 2009

THE SECRET QUAKER BROADCASTING NETWORK
operates at 110 watts
of pure silence,
broadcasting nightly
from Midwestern insomnia farms
and rent-controlled quadrants
of antique Philadelphia.
The base-station operators
work all night, bouncing their signals
through police and federal emergency channels,
sending out public service
announcements
in paragraphs of absolute quiet.
All over America
the bedside radios emit waves
of soundlessness
to [...]

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The Secresy of Animals

March 21, 2009

THE SECRESY OF ANIMALS
1.
When I opened the door to the world
I could see lights.  I could hear trains and
Men shouting over loudspeakers.
I could smell the sulfur of an inch of
Rain.  Gasoline.  Down the street
From where I live, police cars
Drop the heroin addicts at the abandoned bus station
[...]

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The Museum Fish

March 20, 2009

THE MUSEUM FISH
Two suns roll from one end of the post-Soviet sky to the other, down the violent chasms of Chechnya and Chernobyl’s clicking iodine deserts, down Stalin’s rusted locks and levees, the Volga clogged with trash cans and army boots, to the Caspian’s lapping chemical tides.  Illegal dories shuffle along the coastline.  Birds stall [...]

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A bit of cooking school nostalgia

March 14, 2009

First Week at Culinary School       
 
White linen, tomatoes concasse, veloute strained through a chinois, the world
cut in 1/4 by 1/4 by 2—a battonet—basil chiffonnade, a potato
carved into seven impossible windows—what grocery list I made
to get here, what recipe on a notecard stained with veal stock
and Jesuit cursive—ratios, [...]

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The Velocity of Saul

March 6, 2009

The Velocity of Saul at his Conversion
As he gathered speed the landscape.
Moved 5 meters per second due south.
Or maybe the people below changed direction.
Equations of triangles and dialects.
Jet trails loosened his feet and.
Birds caught in his sleeves.
His childhood weighed the most.
Equal to his brother’s fists.
His bed’s narrow [...]

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The poetry of fish

March 4, 2009

 
Elegy for Francois Vatel
The eel and the sole and the halibut
spilled and danced on the wooden floor
of your kitchen, yes, in diminishing quantities.
But so what.  You go to Versailles. 
You comb the unpowdered hair of the woman you love.
You stir your veloute and simmer the court bouillon
and articulate the racks of lamb
[...]

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