Nicely put, Peter. I agree.
Stephen V
> Doug,
>
> This poem is so visual for me.
> As I read it my eyes move across the surface
> as if I am gazing at a painting
> seeing compositional directions, visceral brush strokes,
> an inner form and structure.
>
> "& sluicing across
> a sunburnt arm down south "
>
> ...brought me down to the edge of the canvas...
>
> " so a city streets of
> river bursting
> through first storey windows "
>
> ...brings me back up and into it again...
>
> " silence only
> a rhetoric sufficient to
>
> the washed away "
>
> ...my gaze is left lingering.
>
> -Peter Ciccariello
>
>
> -----Original Message-----
> From: Douglas Barbour <[log in to unmask]>
> To: [log in to unmask]
> Sent: Thu, 1 Sep 2005 09:30:10 -0600
> Subject: Re: late snap
>
> what worlds float
> fragmented washed astray
> into & through
> lenses held apart
>
> a necessary distance
>
> oil slicks on a northern lake
> blue & rainbowed
> & sluicing across
> a sunburnt arm down south
>
> so a city streets of
> river bursting
> through first storey windows
>
> the broken
> the lost
> the gone
>
> silence only
> a rhetoric sufficient to
>
> the washed away
>
> Douglas Barbour
> August 31 2005
>
> Douglas Barbour
> 11655 - 72 Avenue NW
> Edmonton Ab T6G 0B9
> (780) 436 3320
>
> not random, these
> crystalline structures, these
> non-reversible orders, this
> camera forming tendencies, this
> edge of greater length, this
> lyric forever error, this
> something embarrassingly clear, this
> language we come up against
>
> Kathleen Fraser
>
>
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