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A Lot Later in the Day in North Amherst MA

Here’s Ron Padgett’s translation of Pierre Reverdy’s THE WRONG SIDE RIGHT SIDE OUT   (The Brooklyn Rail Black Square Editions,  2007)

He climbs without stopping, without even turning around, and no one but he knows where he is going. The weight he pulls is heavy but his legs are free and he has no ears. At each door he called out his name.  No one opened. But when he knew that someone was expected and who it was, he knew how to change his face.  Then he went in, in place of the person who wasn’t coming.


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AND NOW FOR AN AFTERNOON POETRY SAMPLER


I love the name of a camera that doesn’t exist.

(Cynthia Arrieu-King’s PEOPLE ARE TINY IN PAINTINGS OF CHINA) (Octopus Books)


Against a figure we cannot/Figure out…..

(Michelle Taransky’s BARN BURNED, THEN) (Omnidawn)


And every house is a beautiful ship/But there’s a parallel world attached to this world

(Anthony McCann’s I HEART YOUR FATE) (Wave Books)


That left me feeling in on it, chosen, a real fun-time guy

(Timothy Donnelly’s THE CLOUD CORPORATION (Wave Books)


My tribe gave me walking papers.  Can you beat that?

But I’m on the case.  I’ve got cousins.

(Ish Klein’s MOVING DAY) (Canarium Books)


Give Me One Kiss


The list is simple and comprehensive.

-stupid peasant

-isolated artist

-criminal

-hypocrite

-philistine


Despite popular belief you

can only be one of these.

I don’t care what you say.


Step from the woods into the clearing.

Dusk.

I will meet you in your red coat.


Love poems can sometimes get off

to a rough start.

(Michael Earl Craig’s JOMBANG JET) (Factory Hollow Press)


Lamb felt the need to be a favorite lamb.

Matthea Harvey’s OF LAMB (with paintings by Amy Jean Porter) (McSweeney’s Books)


There was an animal I could not identify and that also I lived with

(Heather Christle’s WHAT IS AMAZING) (Wesleyan University Press)


The great vision of art is one of simultaneity./So that there are many arcanes of the divine/Available to the readers of poetry at one time.

(Dorothea Lasky’s AWE) (Wave Books)


"There’re horse bones in the water,"/she says cool and simple….

(Arisa White’s HURRAH’S NEST) (Virtual Artists Collective)


and not even the same woods

the boys were sent to two different woods that were very far apart

(Rachel Glaser’s THANKSGIVING NEVER HAPPENED (in jubilat twenty)


                                 But after all, it’s heaven

                         Even death will be forgiven

(D.A. Powell’s USELESS LANDSCAPE or A GUIDE FOR BOYS) (Graywolf Press)


Beginning with an if we are oarless.

(Lesle Lewis’s LIE DOWN TOO) (Alice James Books)


I am not bored//On this hidden fence/I erase everything

(Elizabeth Willis’s ADDRESS) (Wesleyan University Press)


…..I am so sorry every night/for whatever I have done/and for the certainty/

with which I can’t remember it

(Christopher DeWeese’s THE BLACK FOREST)


A HUNDRED BEAUTIFUL BOXES   OF GEODES   COULDN’T MAKE ME

HAPPIER;

SHIPS OF WET   GUNPOWDER   COULDN’T MAKE ME HAPPIER.

(Bianca Stone’s I WANT TO OPEN THE MOUTH GOD GAVE YOU BEAUTIFUL MUTANT)


Like how this is the big moment.

Like, now.

(Betsy Wheeler’s LOUD DREAMING IN A QUIET ROOM) (The National Poetry Review Press)


There was no baby involved when the gaunt/wolf entered and the musk of his hide congealed into an East African sculpture of a Venus…..

(James Grinwis’s THE CITY FROM NOME) (The National Poetry Review Press)


On his way to his beloved, one was led to a far pasture to see a donkey born.

(Zach Savich’s THE FIRESTORM) (CLEVELAND STATE UNIVERSITY POETRY CENTER)


……..Mention/your blue cockatoo, reference friends/in candy conversations./Encourage lives of crime:

(William Waltz’s ZOO MUSIC (slope editions)


It was a simple mallet.  It spoke simply, whammo, blam, I understood perfectly. Its oscillations filled the dark in waves of blue, some green and felt like no other mallet in my life.

(Peter Gizzi’s THRESHOLD SONGS) (Wesleyan University Press)


This is called The Saxophone, Found Inside a Pyramid.

That is what all our time is devoted to now…

(Ben Estes’s THE STRINGS OF WLNETTO ARRANGEMENTS) (flowers & cream)


……..He looks at her and says/It doesn’t end.  It isn’t a story, it’s a poem.

(Mark Leidner’s BEAUTY WAS THE CASE THAT THEY GAVE ME) (Factory Hollow Press)



 

Posted on April 10th, 2012
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