Thursday, May 10, 2007

Palinode 21

Animals

      the way

          we don’t speak

and anyway

my sense of god and good morning are the same

/good morning I am across the street at the café/

notes on poem: page five:

CLEAN & JERK
CLEAN & JERK

Lift the bar
A bird can’t do that
and
he will sing not say
CLEAN & JERK
CLEAN & JERK




They
are taking apart the personalities (of all the people) I see every day (on the street)
and
I know that this is not what happens or should happen anywhere (in the world)

If I were making music now, not this poem, I’d say:

We are in service for the speaking

world of

“Clean-limbed”

and

“Human”


I won’t confess anything
but

the radiance I feel when saying

“the

colony is collapsing”

I feel guilty for it,

sure

/not to tell is better /



give me absolute give me still

make the applause sound like a flock of wings of many of the same animal
moving up in the air, a sound I cannot make

the chair is waiting



Sunday, May 06, 2007

reading

Reading some of the palinodes today...

Sunday, May 6th, 4pm sharp!
Robin's Bookstore

108 S. 13th St., Philadelphia

Jocelyn Saidenberg
Frank Sherlock
Hailey Higdon
Will Esposito