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one month passes...
six months pass...
^^^
oh i just meant it was a very in character post, obv it's a wonderful poem/line
― k3vin k., Sunday, 19 January 2014 19:20 (ten years ago) link
five months pass...
The day dawns, with scent of must and rain,
Of opened soil, dark trees, dry bedroom air.
Under the fading lamp, half dressed - my brain
Idling on some compulsive fantasy -
I towel my shaven jaw and stop, and stare,
Riveted by a dark exhausted eye,
A dry downturning mouth.
It seems again that it is time to learn,
In this untiring, crumbling place of growth
To which, for the time being, I return.
Now plainly in the mirror of my soul
I read that I have looked my last on youth
And little more; for they are not made whole
That reach the age of Christ.
Below my window the wakening trees,
Hacked clean for better bearing, stand defaced
Suffering their brute necessities;
And how should the flesh not quail, that span for span
Is mutilated more? In slow distaste
I fold my towel with what grace I can,
Not young, and not renewable, but man.
for the day that's in it
― cpt navajo (darraghmac), Monday, 7 July 2014 12:54 (nine years ago) link
Constipated Oppen and the like almost make me angry now. I devoted entirely to much time to this stuff in the past.
Picked up Selected Prose, Daybooks, and Papers by Oppen for a buck the other week. I don't think I'll read it, blurb by Perloff or no blurb by Perloff. A lot of it seems awfully callow.
― alimosina, Monday, 7 July 2014 20:16 (nine years ago) link
seven years pass...