There’ / s a voice at / the bottom … / … Darker e-
ven than me / mory could be so far out-
side with the outside unhinged / with joy / ex-
iled in a world — shine upon shine / sheen through
sheen “More than the white sand / darkened by the
tides” “You were born glowing / And when the green
bird / Landed on you / It left all its songs.”
9:05 the clouds dark and dirty, un-
suitable for viewing ... 8:59
i wake up, uncertain of where i am
Passages of labyrinth repeat; / the
crypt gives vellum thighs to the dead, neith-
er alone, I don't think, nor poor -- the same
who sends his anus out / to hunt and farts between his teeth --
[Note: Sources: SPD Fall 08 no. 5, letter: J. David Jaffin, “Tsunami”, at “Intercapillary Space”; Lisa Jarnot, “Valley of the Shadow of the Dogs”, at Jacket 6, and SPD blurb; Gabriela Jauregui, Ball Game (a novel excerpt), at Guernica / a magazine of art and politics; Ronald Johnson, The Shrubberies, at Jacket 16; Tenea D Johnson, “Spanish Moss”, at Reading Between A and B; I skipped Bryan Tso Jones (didn’t find anything after searching through 3 Google pages); Peter Thabit Jones, “The Green Bird”, at Poetryvlog.com; Jane Joritz-Nakagawa, "Dear Diary", at Cordite 27; Trevor Joyce, as quoted in Andrew Duncan, “Pale angel exuvial who can mix it with the chicken”, at Jacket 20; Nishiwaki Junzaburo, “Song of Love from Yvan to Clair [from the works of Yvan Goll]” Nishiwaki Junzaburo; Marilyn Jurich, “Minding the Trickster”, at Trickster’s Way, v/2 no.3]
stunning, wonderful!
Posted by: bea | 21.06.2008 at 03:22 PM
thanks, bea!
Posted by: John Bloomberg-Rissman | 22.06.2008 at 11:22 AM