OYSTERS & POETRY IN NEW ZEALAND
Thick and fast they came
those portions of oysters grew
poetry without a single pearl.
Careful, Poetry, with a sharp knife &
separate the gray hard shell:
“O, Oysters, come and walk with us!”
Bluff oysters loose as a prose poem
I have read to black oysters
alive in the Foveaux Strait.
Barry Alpert / Silver Spring, MD US / 5-4-06 (2:57 PM)
I realize that I'm not going to be able to complete in time the series of
three triplets I conceptualized writing out of my viewing yesterday of Hou
Hsiao-hsien's new film "Three Times". Instead I'll present a recent work
in which the need for severe editing of my three sources left only nine
lines standing, which then seemed more suitable formally as three
triplets. Perhaps next week's snapshot will "continue" formally from it,
given more time to work over what I wrote down intuitively in the dark.
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