Sanguinity SEEDS OF THE PAST Why do I wander when I’m living in reality? I have enclosed my soul inside their raven vault. If I were to sever the hands of the past then I may free the clutches of despair. The choices I made before bear the weight of the present. There are no… Catherine Basilicata weiterlesen
Schlagwort: poetry
Angelique Bletsas
To Seduce The Sun Where is the sun? Monday morning the earth revolves more slowly then on any other. Monday morning the world is a ferris wheel in orbit; Machinery sticks, Skinny legs hang in cages suspended, mid air, mid spin, As time sets spinning backwards on a broken axis. Clogged spokes. Fairy lights glimmer… Angelique Bletsas weiterlesen
Ingeborg Bachmann
The Game is Over / Das Spiel ist aus The Game is Over My dear brother, when will we build a raft to float down the sky on? My dear brother, soon our load will be so heavy that we’ll sink. My dear brother, onto paper we’ll draw many countries and tracks. Watch out for… Ingeborg Bachmann weiterlesen
Richard Allen
Epitaph for the Western Intelligentsia what we come round to in the end is that all our thinking has brought us nowhere that the trail-blazing journey has ended where it began that thought is at best a protection against further thought that the heathens we sought to save the masses to educate need neither our… Richard Allen weiterlesen
Shiloh
New Poems THE BIRD Feathers flew, the thrown body rolled over and over, a scent of a funeral spray filled the air. My stomach was squeezed like a wrung out washcloth, and I choked on the verdict. Yes, I saw the bird! And now I wonder if there was some intent struggling behind the steering… Shiloh weiterlesen
Mary Kennan Herbert
James Joyce goes to the beach Poseidon changed himself into a horse to mate with Demeter, who turned into a mare giving birth to Arion, a flying horse (horses and wings, an irresistible double dose of symbolic power). Whether the horse latitudes or Chincoteague ponies, a beguiling combination of marine and equine symbols emerges from… Mary Kennan Herbert weiterlesen
Vivien Eime
Instructions Towards Joy The Tragedy of Vivien Eime Instructions Towards Joy Performance Piece how is it possible to offload history take the multitudal hooks of sadness and depart whooooosh through tears or rinsed out through the ears of friends. we receive no specific instructions toward joy are merely directed toward good that is warned away… Vivien Eime weiterlesen
Pam Brown
New Poems This & That (I cite myself) Resting like a relic in a field of meaning – push the rocks around for transformation – gravel rash, scab, scar, all factors that fall squarely. (like that) those well-known codes – public-private continuum – a surveyor’s tripod clacks – the laneway, reduced & framed, is picturesque… Pam Brown weiterlesen
Jurgis Janavicius
Miniatures
Louis Armand
The Prague Connection Ariadne’s Thread after the long night her arms like an astrological map full of endless zeroes … without knowing why she takes the dulled constellation of her eyes & offers them up to her dealer in kings cross– she says that if she can have one more hit she’ll hide it somewhere… Louis Armand weiterlesen