Wow, thanks for that Schwerner poem, Mark, it is strange, and beautiful. (I
love the title).. I can see the ghost of rhyming here and there, although
it disintegrates pretty much, but the breaking of language has the most odd
effect, like radio interference or something.
John Anderson, a much underrated Australian poet, wrote some dream pantoums
shortly before he died, where the repetitions really are dreamlike - here's
part of a sequence called A Zephyric Alphabet
Quiet ruin is the conversation of the bulbs
Then axeman builds as rustman stalks them
An apple seeming to the wasteful falls
The old watertight roads have sandbars along their edge
Then axeman builds as rustman stalks them
For different reasons there might be things that curl up and things that
last
The old watertight roads have sandbars along their edge
The one melon ripes away in many ways
For different reasons there might be things that curl up and things that
last
So great, so flattery, so sand
The one melon ripes away in many ways
I'm looking for a reason to be born among the stars
So great, so flattery, so sand
I believe in life after death because things always are, they always extend
I'm looking for a reason to be born among the stars
The everywhere the moon always was, and rests
I believe in life after death because things always are, they always extend
An apple seeming to the wasteful falls
The everywhere the moon always was, and rests
Quiet ruin is the conversation of the bulbs
From The Shadow's Keep, John Anderson
Alison Croggon
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