very enjoyable read, I love the rhythm & the controlled language.
KS
On 18/10/06, Stephen Vincent <[log in to unmask]> wrote:
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> No intimidation here says the cow
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> The eye white rising hemispherical
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> The cow-paddy - a circle, too sweetly risen
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> Among white, nameless petals. Together
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> The ancient calf and the belligerent mother
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> The kick and temporal protection:
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> You and I are as absent as the solid ghost:
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> The whiskey bottles as dark as petroleum
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> Lined-up, vertical - hand-priced - on the white countertop:
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> Yurok territory. What breaches the fissure?
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> The bronze flash on the wing of the horse fly
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> A bang and a whisk off your wrist:
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> Restoration is a bleak and sorrowful business
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> The cow¹s head rubs the barb on the wire fence
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> The ghost is a fissure born in the accurate book
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> This is a poem about much death
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> Active and present in and around Humboldt County.
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> ***
> From "Jack Spicer in Glasgow".
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