I want to enjoy this insect pathos even more by hearing that they managed to reproduce before dying…
please…?
Max
On Jul 22, 2015, at 10:05, Patrick McManus <[log in to unmask]> wrote:
> Doug cheers -I wonder if I lay out corrupting in the sun? carapaces sounds
> rather Kafka!
>
> -----Original Message-----
> From: Poetryetc: poetry and poetics [mailto:[log in to unmask]] On
> Behalf Of Douglas Barbour
> Sent: 22 July 2015 17:41
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> Subject: snap: fish flies
>
> under the streetlights
> the acrid smell
> of insect corpses
>
> before their single day
> is over they gather
> hover around the glare
>
> in the morning a carpet
> of carapaces laid out
> corrupting in the sun
>
> Douglas Barbour
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>
> Recent publications: (With Sheila E Murphy) Continuations & Continuation 2
> (UofAPress).
> Recording Dates (Rubicon Press).
>
> Done in by creation itself.
>
> I mean the gods. Not us. Well us too.
> The gods moved into books. Who wrote the books?
> We wrote the books. In whose dream, then are we dreaming?
>
> Robert Kroetsch.
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