RECORD JONAS MEKAS
Relaxed it sits
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country of poetry
out of nowhere
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RECORD JONAS MEKAS
Relaxed it sits:
either every street that
country of poetry
out of nowhere . . .
running out of fragmented paradises >>
dangerous, very dangerous, disaster . . .
Barry Alpert / Silver Spring MD US / 7-27-11 (10:22 AM)
Having decided to attempt an acrostic sixteener backed by a freely-written intuitive text, I found myself losing interest during the acrostic procedure but able to continue
with my intuitive notation. But when I looked at both drafts two days after the screening, I detected a short poem consisting of 3 lines from the acrostic. Then, instead of trying to revise the intuitive draft into a poem, I surprised myself by mining it for phrases beginning with the letters missing from the acrostic.
Jonas Mekas is a poet as well as a film-maker, and I started reading his essays about underground film in 1963. While generally sympathetic, I do feel the need to edit his language rather considerably, which you'll find me doing in these 2 earlier poems as well:
http://www.fieralingue.it/corner.php?pa=printpage&pid=383
http://www.fieralingue.it/corner.php?pa=printpage&pid=1578
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