Oh no. Devastating news.
Thanks Randolph for letting us know. And for the poem.
On Fri, Oct 29, 2010 at 6:45 AM, Mark Weiss <[log in to unmask]> wrote:
> Oh Randolph this is like a blow to the gut.
>
> At 02:29 PM 10/28/2010, you wrote:
>
> I write this with tears in my eyes.
>
> Candice's cousin has just emailed me to let me know that Candice died
> suddenly this week. I don't know the circumstances.
>
> Who can forget the verve she brought to her _Snaps_ on PoetryEtc? A
> wonderful person and writer.
>
> I append one of her many magnificent poems.
>
> Randolph
>
> The Moon Sees the One
>
> I see the Moon
> And the Moon sees me
> And the Moon sees the one
> I long to see
> (children's song)
>
> You'll find your ignorance is blissful
> Every goddamn time
> (Tom Waits,“Heart Attack & Vine”)
>
>
> the moon sees to night at the end
> of its rope, beached to blot
> by remote the one way back
>
> a baker's blank so white, so late
> as the face on magritte's mother
> undercover still a looker (me
>
> with my aptitude for pathos-
> of-distance learning): listen,
> duckling, it goes for the throat
>
> thrush or strep, whistle-stopped
> as the little red train makes
> tracks, makes history of us
>
> putting a saint in it and pulling
> away, while overhead the night
> gowns for cover (her face)
>
> all wet but none the wiser than
> what is is left of memory: your
> darrow songs, my debs rebellion
>
> for in your father's house
> of cheats are too many
> dimensionsand the moon
>
> looks on, indifferent to
> its own mystery, to
> the children gazing back
>
> from an orphan age
> already history
>
>
>
> New from Chax Press: Mark Weiss, As Landscape.
> $16. Order from http://www.chax.org/poets/weiss.htm
>
>
> "What a beautiful set of circumstances! What a lovely concatenation of
> particulars. Here is the poet alive in every sense of the word, and through
> every one of his senses. Instead of missing a beat or a part, Weiss’
> fragments are like Chekhov’s short storiesthe more that gets left out, the
> more they seem to contain… One can hear echoes from all the various
> ancestors...[but] the voice, at its center, its core, is pure Mark Weiss.
> His use of the fragment is both elegant and bafflingly clear, a pure musical
> threnody…[it] opens a window, not only into a mind, but a person, a
> personality, this human figure at the emotional center of the poem."
>
> M.G. Stephens, in Jacket.
> http://jacketmagazine.com/40/r-weiss-rb-stephens.shtml
>
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