Friday, May 27, 2011

Today's shape


When Ecstasy is Inconvenient

Feign a great calm;
all gay transport soon ends.
Chant: who knows-
flight's end or flight's beginning
for the resting gull?

Heart, be still.
Say there is money but it rusted;
say the time of moon is not right for escape.
It's the color in the lower sky
too broadly suffused,
or the wind in my tie.

Know amazedly how
often one takes his madness
into his own hands
and keeps it.

-Lorine Niedecker

and this:

Monday, May 16, 2011

New Review in Jacket2

Jacket2 just published my review of Fanny Howe's Emergence. I would love to hear your thoughts.

What does the Worm work in His cocoon?

There was such a want in the old ways
when craft came into our elements,
the art shall never be free of that forge,
that loom, that lyre-

the fire, the images, the voice.

-from At the Loom, Passages 2