Oct 29, 2014 | Uncategorized
19.
Of course it went the other way,
Chartres,
a carriage down Warren Street, rich
people everywhere
and in a chophouse decent grub — he
said
but that was Thames where Andrewes
walked along
thinking out loud, how beautiful the
churches are
despite what they say, the genetic
imperfections of belief,
rosemary flowers for the Queen of
Hungary
sad liquid gold pours from the carnal
machinery
they never understand the ecstasy of
rain
the purest gift is from the
unimagined
Montaigne explained his dislike of
the continuous
walk down the street with me holding
the mean-eyed cat.
20.
Leave that rainbow gouged into the
sky
let the clouds come down and talk
like Christian men
have your nephelometer ready your
cheesecloth your checkbook
earwax to polish close-grained briar
blond pilasters at the gate of ivory
between armoire and fish tank why the
long hall
but other mother came out of the hill again
reaching towards the moon she turned
the trains off
businessmen wandered through the
prairie
we passed a wolf on our sidewalk
creature of gold-eyed dignity
but she was sleeping with the mirror’s
mother.
Oct 28, 2014 | Uncategorized
17.
Amaze me then you paladins
toaster oven of the alchemists
a microwave is just a little moon
rising and falling in the Brookline
kitchens
where anxious matrons test their
kids’ IQ
just write down what they tell you
and all will be well
Mercutio falls the stage fills up
with eels
close the book and answer the phone
false no friend would ever call so
early
I have no phone I have just my voice
aged animal growling at the moon
start howling or the door will close.
18.
Because a stone on the road is a fish
that stopped swimming
pick it up and pocket it you’ll bring
the ocean home
children are waiting for Christmas
every day
double-boiler full of eggs the
Virgin’s Bath
have you ever heard the cry of milk
the sob of bread baking in the oven
machinery is your friend machines are
gods
because the world is little you are
big
there are no strangers on this kind
of island
the wind reads the papers for you
the hawk dries his feathers in your
special tree
for lo the storm is ended the
boy-girl wind went north.
Oct 27, 2014 | Uncategorized
15.
Catastrophe a downturn
in the affairs of men a broken
staircase
they hop after women bearing seed
what men call catastrophe nature
calls change
transformation of every species start
with me
rocks are living too I am the first
Posthuman
water has even more life than I
unstanched by identity
fierce well-unintenioned sea
we go to war with subtle instruments
Scots mixing buttermilk and beer
lamps they have they pass to others
others wander in the ill-lit street.
16.
Passacaglias don’t come every day
true or false, false, the street
always beckons, the ricercare though
is
especially of six voices rare
abandon all pretense before the Wood
of Nakedness
where the owls turn into savvy virgins
rather fierce around the hipbones
nanofiber
your dream is wind from Above
false a dream is a dream and so is
this
a good argument for turning on the
light
elsewhere a gander gabbles on a gable
and poetry somehow will never quite give
up.
Oct 26, 2014 | Uncategorized
RK reads for Bard Alumni Day, 25 October 2014
Oct 26, 2014 | Uncategorized
13.
Need a machine knows how to point
three women swimming in the pool
white one-piece mind
Easter parade to honor Wittgenstein
to turn away from what is most one’s
own
the story breaks once the hero’s horn
is heard
goats digging in their hooves uphill
sometimes long after she vanished
you hear her voice come out of the slope
soft throat but another language
each part of the body a trump in a
lost game
do you remember what to call me?
14.
Fields of Russia white with images
Ilya Repin canvas of a peasant shack
but o the shutters and the cries of
birds
girls in the meadow pretending to be
boys
so much is lost before you learn to
feel
cast a number in bronze
nail it to that rock and call it
measure
one day at lunch with A.J. Ayer
there is nothing left to say about
the mind
that’s where poetry comes in
the art of making everything happen
again
and be new the art of meaning
something else.
Oct 25, 2014 | Uncategorized
11.
Narrative happens to a reader’s mind
nothing else is going on
anemometer twirls round and round
measuring the neighbor’s wind
numbers down below
this cave mouth to our city come
sink into the bliss of ordinary
streets
thighing around ordinary houses
you live here so I do too
mute connectedness of ball and bat
web of Indra plight with jewels
simple in his long complexity.
12.
Remarkable for dawn
Latin promise all fulfilled
heartbreak and doctorate
call the birds to witness
this man sits still
imagine the sea moves
imagines women and their men come
from the sea
imagine the invaders are just like me
when even you aren’t
a shoelace lying on the beach a
flipflop lost
follow the grain of wood and enter in
blazing tachometer dashboard of
tropic wood.
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