I remembered being cheered by this from her-
sad P
'Better yet, follow Tom Waits's advice: "Come down off the cross / We can
use the wood."
Which I take to be (partly) Tim's point below--and with which I heartily
agree--Candice'
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From: Poetryetc: poetry and poetics [mailto:[log in to unmask]] On
Behalf Of Randolph Healy
Sent: 28 October 2010 19:29
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Subject: Candice Ward R.I.P.
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
dimensions---and the moon
looks on, indifferent to
its own mystery, to
the children gazing back
from an orphan age
already history
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