The sun, fallen
From its southern circus,
Has made bland carriage
Into a alterior hemisphere.
Night : a chord struck.
The lights of low streets,
Laminate with rain, pass
In series the dark windows
Of the last local service.
The motion of the vehicle
Is contrary to that of
The earth, so that night
Comes, imperceptibly but
Substantially, slower. The
World is calm with love!
Hold the light, dear one.
Wednesday 29 February 2012
182
Pastiche in green : an empty
Bottle of Heineken lies on
Its side in the gutter
Of the track. Dead soldier
Coated with quiet rain.
It is propped in the
Bed of the sleeper. Air
Forms at its orifice :
The empty chamber
Resounds with its purposes,
Elastic. The end of air
Is dominion : full presence.
Our forlorn Dane is bound
To it, like the receptacle
Of the last word of God,
As fire is born of air.
Bottle of Heineken lies on
Its side in the gutter
Of the track. Dead soldier
Coated with quiet rain.
It is propped in the
Bed of the sleeper. Air
Forms at its orifice :
The empty chamber
Resounds with its purposes,
Elastic. The end of air
Is dominion : full presence.
Our forlorn Dane is bound
To it, like the receptacle
Of the last word of God,
As fire is born of air.
181
The hawk let its wings
Fall open. The light
Fell through the air
And through the lucid
Plumes of the hawk's
Extended primaries :
A form of it rose up
On a frame of pinions.
The body an avatar of
The light, the light-
Hawk the body's agent.
O angel-schematic!
It fell as a blue skein
Of smoke falls. Fall,
Aging soir. Its red
Belly burning like stars.
Fall open. The light
Fell through the air
And through the lucid
Plumes of the hawk's
Extended primaries :
A form of it rose up
On a frame of pinions.
The body an avatar of
The light, the light-
Hawk the body's agent.
O angel-schematic!
It fell as a blue skein
Of smoke falls. Fall,
Aging soir. Its red
Belly burning like stars.
180
He came under the porch.
Crossing the field
The house had been an
Absurdity, a toy
Coloured with the light
Of fallen trees.
It had been too bound
By its making
To stand commensurate
With the large
And fragile space of all
The outer air.
Under the porch, the open
Field was lit :
A cavity sown with
Seedlike fires.
Crossing the field
The house had been an
Absurdity, a toy
Coloured with the light
Of fallen trees.
It had been too bound
By its making
To stand commensurate
With the large
And fragile space of all
The outer air.
Under the porch, the open
Field was lit :
A cavity sown with
Seedlike fires.
Tuesday 28 February 2012
179
A broken bottle, couchant
On field of loose granite and
Cigarette ends wet by rain,
Is an abject personality.
The light it imbibes is
General, and comes as it
Goes, in the continuity of
Its diverse causes, sated.
Light of morning cannot be
More full of morning than
Morning is full of light. It
Is a consummated expression.
A broken bottle is a bottle,
And it is its brighter prodigies.
Outstrung aspects, in aureole :
O, flagrant archipelagos!
On field of loose granite and
Cigarette ends wet by rain,
Is an abject personality.
The light it imbibes is
General, and comes as it
Goes, in the continuity of
Its diverse causes, sated.
Light of morning cannot be
More full of morning than
Morning is full of light. It
Is a consummated expression.
A broken bottle is a bottle,
And it is its brighter prodigies.
Outstrung aspects, in aureole :
O, flagrant archipelagos!
178
Three brant broke from
The edge of the projection.
Waves were breaking over
It that lit white in the
Dim light of the sound.
Brant rode lazily in the
Nearest swell, black and
Their bodies barely there
As it grew down to night.
The three prodigies went
Across the water in a
Triform and their white
Tails were like flares in
Silent recession, as if
They had been fired out
From some inordinate place
Back beyond their origin,
Only to fade like a dream.
It was not wholly dark.
The sunlight was present
But diffuse in all it held.
There was a broken bank of
Cloud, dark, full of rain,
Falling far out in the
Sound, like an old depiction
Of the dismantled Godhead.
The edge of the projection.
Waves were breaking over
It that lit white in the
Dim light of the sound.
Brant rode lazily in the
Nearest swell, black and
Their bodies barely there
As it grew down to night.
The three prodigies went
Across the water in a
Triform and their white
Tails were like flares in
Silent recession, as if
They had been fired out
From some inordinate place
Back beyond their origin,
Only to fade like a dream.
It was not wholly dark.
The sunlight was present
But diffuse in all it held.
There was a broken bank of
Cloud, dark, full of rain,
Falling far out in the
Sound, like an old depiction
Of the dismantled Godhead.
177
John lay disjointedly over the
Roots of a tree. He had hit
The base of the tree at full
Force and it had arrested his
Progress through the air; his body
Had then dropped the remaining
Three feet and impacted an area
Of uneven protruding roots, rolling
Over three times before coming
To a stop. He was unconscious,
His legs lying up the slope and
The arc of his spine distorted,
Forming a concavity. His chest was
Rising and falling. His neck was
Twisted under his body's weight
And his head turned to the side.
He had sustained a glancing
Concussion to the back of his head
And broken a floating rib
And he had lacerated the skin
Of his arms and torso in a
Number of places. He was
Bleeding primarily from a large
Opening in the skin of his skull,
And blood and clear plasma was
Seeping into the moss below
His head, where it refracted
The ambient light of the wood,
Forming a ragged aura that seemed
To hang from his bloodied hair.
Roots of a tree. He had hit
The base of the tree at full
Force and it had arrested his
Progress through the air; his body
Had then dropped the remaining
Three feet and impacted an area
Of uneven protruding roots, rolling
Over three times before coming
To a stop. He was unconscious,
His legs lying up the slope and
The arc of his spine distorted,
Forming a concavity. His chest was
Rising and falling. His neck was
Twisted under his body's weight
And his head turned to the side.
He had sustained a glancing
Concussion to the back of his head
And broken a floating rib
And he had lacerated the skin
Of his arms and torso in a
Number of places. He was
Bleeding primarily from a large
Opening in the skin of his skull,
And blood and clear plasma was
Seeping into the moss below
His head, where it refracted
The ambient light of the wood,
Forming a ragged aura that seemed
To hang from his bloodied hair.
Monday 27 February 2012
176
Dewey stood in Hollis' shadow
But was partially lit by the indirect
Radiance of the pile of burning
Refuse before them. It was an
Asymmetrical stack of flat elements
Of discomposed furniture and parts
Of old barn doors with joists
Cut to three foot lengths balanced
At each side to facilitate the spread
Of flame and to prevent a
Dampening collapse. The bonfire was
Static and continuous and inherently
Unstable, creating unstable shapes
In the terrain of the observers' faces,
Perpetually extinguishing and renewing
Itself beyond the eye's capacity
To see. It was situated near the
Edge of a harvested corn field,
In the blue light of the cold
And to Dewey the woodsmoke in
Its slow spiral looked like a schematic
Drawing of a small intestine
Where it sawed and guttered and
Reconstituted itself in the sheer air.
It smelt of gas and damp
Sacking and mould and the iron taste
Of blood mixed with spit in his mouth.
Hollis bared his teeth to the sky
And spat the phlegm from his throat,
Laughing and shaking his inclinded head.
But was partially lit by the indirect
Radiance of the pile of burning
Refuse before them. It was an
Asymmetrical stack of flat elements
Of discomposed furniture and parts
Of old barn doors with joists
Cut to three foot lengths balanced
At each side to facilitate the spread
Of flame and to prevent a
Dampening collapse. The bonfire was
Static and continuous and inherently
Unstable, creating unstable shapes
In the terrain of the observers' faces,
Perpetually extinguishing and renewing
Itself beyond the eye's capacity
To see. It was situated near the
Edge of a harvested corn field,
In the blue light of the cold
And to Dewey the woodsmoke in
Its slow spiral looked like a schematic
Drawing of a small intestine
Where it sawed and guttered and
Reconstituted itself in the sheer air.
It smelt of gas and damp
Sacking and mould and the iron taste
Of blood mixed with spit in his mouth.
Hollis bared his teeth to the sky
And spat the phlegm from his throat,
Laughing and shaking his inclinded head.
Thursday 9 February 2012
175
John maintained a pose of relative
Stasis as the momentum of his bicycle
Carried him down the incline that
Modulated the path's course
Through the woods behind the farm.
His knee and ankle were locked in
The pedal stirrup on the chainside
And on the alternate his right
Leg was pendent, almost touching
The path that fell away behind it.
He was travelling at eighteen miles
Per hour and he was accelerating.
Three doves broke from the crown
Of the canopy and made a staggered
Ascent into the air. At intervals
The relative rotation of treetrunks
In parallax would create a corridor
Through which he could see smoke
Curl from a woodfire burning out
In the fields past the terminus of the
Incline. He let the handlebars go,
And lifted his arms to make a
Cruciform and gave voice to a long
Inchoate shout that trembled in
The uneven surface of the pathway.
A half mile from the limit of the
Wood the front wheel buckled in a
Hollow and the axle collapsed. John
Was thrown four metres. On landing, he
Fell unconscious and began to bleed.
Stasis as the momentum of his bicycle
Carried him down the incline that
Modulated the path's course
Through the woods behind the farm.
His knee and ankle were locked in
The pedal stirrup on the chainside
And on the alternate his right
Leg was pendent, almost touching
The path that fell away behind it.
He was travelling at eighteen miles
Per hour and he was accelerating.
Three doves broke from the crown
Of the canopy and made a staggered
Ascent into the air. At intervals
The relative rotation of treetrunks
In parallax would create a corridor
Through which he could see smoke
Curl from a woodfire burning out
In the fields past the terminus of the
Incline. He let the handlebars go,
And lifted his arms to make a
Cruciform and gave voice to a long
Inchoate shout that trembled in
The uneven surface of the pathway.
A half mile from the limit of the
Wood the front wheel buckled in a
Hollow and the axle collapsed. John
Was thrown four metres. On landing, he
Fell unconscious and began to bleed.
Sunday 5 February 2012
174
Eliot went to the sink and
Inverted the bowl so the coagulate
Mixture of sodden meal and curds
Fell viscously out of it,
Overrun with thin whey that
Was like human plasma where it
Caught the tangent light from
The window. He saw without
Attention the discomposed remains
Part flow, part slide into the well
Of the drainhole and then turned his
Eyes to face the consistency of
The yard. Every object in it
Was stationed by some ordination
Beyond his interest and lit without
Priority at a lateral angle
By sun dispersed through a
Large bank of cumuli to the south.
It was a colourless morning.
He could hear his father progress
Through the rooms of the upper
House, and what he disassociatedly
Decided was the sound of his
Mother's soft and regular speech.
There were a great number of crows
Traversing the interval between the
Woods and the roof of the barn,
Lighting on it in a long,
Undulating progress like particles
In a continuous stream of fluid.
Inverted the bowl so the coagulate
Mixture of sodden meal and curds
Fell viscously out of it,
Overrun with thin whey that
Was like human plasma where it
Caught the tangent light from
The window. He saw without
Attention the discomposed remains
Part flow, part slide into the well
Of the drainhole and then turned his
Eyes to face the consistency of
The yard. Every object in it
Was stationed by some ordination
Beyond his interest and lit without
Priority at a lateral angle
By sun dispersed through a
Large bank of cumuli to the south.
It was a colourless morning.
He could hear his father progress
Through the rooms of the upper
House, and what he disassociatedly
Decided was the sound of his
Mother's soft and regular speech.
There were a great number of crows
Traversing the interval between the
Woods and the roof of the barn,
Lighting on it in a long,
Undulating progress like particles
In a continuous stream of fluid.
173
Then he would withdraw from
The stairwell and retrace the
Coordinates of his previous thought
And once again oscillate within
The bounds of the black, lacquered
Countertop and the table where
Eliot sat with his mouth half open
And the window, like an
Auxiliary device in some obscure
And distant crisis, being forced
Into a function from which he
Was disassociated, being bound by
A wager he had already lost.
He was a man of intrinsic utility,
Moderate enough to not need any
Third party to injure him.
Eliot sat making facile gestures
Towards his cereal bowl and not
Understanding anything about his
Father. He watched him take
His head in his hands and make
A protracted shape with his body
Over the sink, holding his head
As if he were at any moment about
To detach it. He turned to face
Eliot, and then he went to the
Staircase and stood there for some
Time in the process of an abortive act,
A prolapsed motive. Then something
In him yielded : He began to climb.
The stairwell and retrace the
Coordinates of his previous thought
And once again oscillate within
The bounds of the black, lacquered
Countertop and the table where
Eliot sat with his mouth half open
And the window, like an
Auxiliary device in some obscure
And distant crisis, being forced
Into a function from which he
Was disassociated, being bound by
A wager he had already lost.
He was a man of intrinsic utility,
Moderate enough to not need any
Third party to injure him.
Eliot sat making facile gestures
Towards his cereal bowl and not
Understanding anything about his
Father. He watched him take
His head in his hands and make
A protracted shape with his body
Over the sink, holding his head
As if he were at any moment about
To detach it. He turned to face
Eliot, and then he went to the
Staircase and stood there for some
Time in the process of an abortive act,
A prolapsed motive. Then something
In him yielded : He began to climb.
Saturday 4 February 2012
172
Eliot sat and listened to
His father's voice and ate his
Cereal looking into the whiteness
Of the tablecloth. The cereal
Was of grey oats and full fat
Milk of which some sediment
Had formed, for he had
Disturbed its surface only in one
Part of the bowl, and he ate
Slowly and without energy.
His father was speaking mechanically
About yield and elaborating on
Climatic effects of the particular season
And occasionally referring to the
Innate bias of the marketplace.
His long, seamed face worked and
When he sought emphasis his
Mouth would form an ellipse and
His cheeks depress, making him look
Morbid. The regularity of his
Drawled vowels had a soporific
Effect on Eliot, as did the
Hypnotic motion of his father's lean form ;
From the kitchen counter to the
Window, from the window to the table
And then to the foot of the staircase
Where he would perform a disjointed
Series of actions : half-mounting, uttering
Half-formed thoughts, dismounting ; as if
His mind was only part engaged.
His father's voice and ate his
Cereal looking into the whiteness
Of the tablecloth. The cereal
Was of grey oats and full fat
Milk of which some sediment
Had formed, for he had
Disturbed its surface only in one
Part of the bowl, and he ate
Slowly and without energy.
His father was speaking mechanically
About yield and elaborating on
Climatic effects of the particular season
And occasionally referring to the
Innate bias of the marketplace.
His long, seamed face worked and
When he sought emphasis his
Mouth would form an ellipse and
His cheeks depress, making him look
Morbid. The regularity of his
Drawled vowels had a soporific
Effect on Eliot, as did the
Hypnotic motion of his father's lean form ;
From the kitchen counter to the
Window, from the window to the table
And then to the foot of the staircase
Where he would perform a disjointed
Series of actions : half-mounting, uttering
Half-formed thoughts, dismounting ; as if
His mind was only part engaged.
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