Early for next week, for I shall be gone for three weeks:
Tenderly #68
Thatıs false. What is direct is clearly not natural.
What behaves in the middle skews each side accordingly.
Forget the description. Know by what one falls into.
The reader is already subject to too much. Ignore light
To explore the peril. An opening is false without foreshadow.
Any good concept of time belittles the present. A truck engine
Does no damage to joy. A bird does not burp as noticeably.
No less than I have been singing for a whole book
And some silly guy in a jeep still has to interrupt with a honk.
What is wayward is necessarily foolish. Who cannot
But relish the indirect. Nevertheless I must forgive
And fall permanent witness. That white stone on fire.
That which precedeth. That which follows. Similarly
One is reminded "letıs love it" the permanently lit
Youıve got it, even tomorrow, well, right now, host & passion.
**
I suspect - tho who am I to really know? - this about ends the Tenderly
series, a work very loosely based on improvisations of Gertrude Steinıs
Tender Buttons - written astonishingly enough when she was 23 years old (I
think). I am a somewhat older guy! And, I also suspect, Tenderly is a dialog
with youth - an opening of the seams of Steinıs brash young work and letting
whatever of my (our) life and times flow up into the passages, though there
are some, perhaps, obviously awestruck moments where I have been more
emulative of the work, rather than breach making.ı
By the way, I will be off the blog until after July 17. On Monday I will be
on my way to Ireland. I will be present, as well as reading at the Soundeye
Poetry Festival in Cork (July 3 - 9). Subsequently I will be in Scotland. I
will read in Glasgow - not sure of the name of the venue yet - on Wednesday,
July 12, and then on Saturday afternoon, July 15, at the Elvis bookstore in
Edinburgh. If you are in the neighborhood, I look forward to meeting you.
|