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04 July 2008 @ 02:48 am

They May Come to Break Us
by Jamaal May

        Rosewood, Florida, 1923

Outside sheets are pulling
this way and that.

Fields are smoke,
smoke is air.

I wait for my fingers to be bent
knuckle to knuckle,

my porch overrun
with rope and shotgun

but the hounds don't show.

My husband fills my linen
every night with arms, legs —

long heavy branches,
maple filled, holding me

like there's nothing outside but clay
and fields of sunflowers

growing farther than I can walk.

Torches may come like fox paws
to steal away what we earn

but with our bodies bound
by the skin, my arc to his curve,

we are stalks that will bend

and bend

and bend...

Current Music: End Titles by John Zorn
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30 June 2008 @ 02:50 am
Now, when it was too late, and Life's shops were closed, he regretted not having bought a certain book he had always wanted; never having gone through an earthquake, a fire, a train accident; never having seen Tatsienlu in Tibet, or heard blue magpies chattering in Chinese willows; not having spoken to that errant schoolgirl with shameless eyes, met one day in a lonely glade; not having laughed at the poor little joke of a shy ugly woman, when no one had laughed in the room; having missed trains, allusions, and opportunities; not having handed the penny he had in his pocket to that old street violinist playing to himself tremulously on a certain bleak day in a certain forgotten town.

The Real Life of Sebastian Knight, pg 147
Current Music: Gentleman by M.anifest
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24 June 2008 @ 09:57 pm
by Yusef Komunyakaa

I take it back.
The crow doesn't have red wings.
They're pages of dust.
The woman in the dark room
takes the barrel of a .357 magnum
out of her mouth, reclines
on your bed, a Helena Rubinstein smile.
I'm sorry, you won't know your father
by his darksome old clothes.
He won't be standing by that tree.
I haven't salted the tail
of the sparrow.
Erase its song from this page.
I haven't seen the moon
fall open at the golden edge of our sleep.
I haven't been there
like the tumor in each of us.
There's no death that can
hold us together like twin brothers
coming home to bury their mother.
I never said there's a book inside
every tree. I never said I know how
the legless beggar feels when
the memory of his toes itch.
If I did, drunkenness
was then my god & naked dancer.
I take it back.
I'm not a suicidal mooncalf;
you don't have to take my shoelaces.
If you must quote me, remember
I said that love heals from inside.
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05 January 2008 @ 11:53 am
He sits down, he's behind her now, he looks at the nape of her neck, the hair, smooth and black, falling in one wave. He can see the curve of her back holding the dress, the white stretch between her neck and her shoulder like a handkerchief draped over the clothesline of her collarbone.

If You Are Afraid Of Heights, pg 93
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Say you come to me by line. Say the circle you understand
has more light than a bone and more air than a tower. Say
the broad leaf of burdock plays two pieces of music:
bug-holes and leaf-shadow. Say a skin is like that and that
what we have consumed gives us light and what is gone
is the constellation that guides us. Say you have come
and will come. Say the language is dry and the wall is low.
Say a word gets over the wall. Say we are in. Say my skin
draws you. Say what we do with each other goes on.
Binding by Striking - Robert Kelly
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27 December 2007 @ 12:58 pm
This looks very very good. Have to wait til April before it's released in the UK though...
Current Music: Just Like Birds by 16 Horsepower