well, it's dark & descriptive. but an absolute pain to read. not a
single fullstop
KS
On 02/11/2007, Peter Ciccariello <[log in to unmask]> wrote:
> This disappeared winter of the poet
>
> Seven years and bones that guard the house
> Go past the airports, go past the books, the recorded age
> Slough off this disappeared winter of the poet,
> Disambiguate the snow, this absolutely pale, white,
> Shimmering snow, now disfiguring the black mirror of the sea
> You and your guards in your stumbling, in your flight out of the tunnel,
> Drowning inside this house that refuses to agree to daylight,
> A house bereft of the instruments of seconds, hours and days
> Until this day, this recorded age the frozen newspapers, bones that agree
> Drowning this poet, this falling time leaving newspapers, cemeteries
> Joyfully enlisted bird crews shaking this winter of a man
> Free almost as a promise of redemption
> The man that statues the disfigured bachelor
> Living his winter out in a house of drowning poetry
> We agreed to shut down the pages, the words, anything
> That could be that precise
> This is how we survive, dark, cold and dying
> In the apoplectic curse of our apathy
>
> - Peter Ciccariello
> http://poemsfromprovidence.blogspot.com/
>
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