Poetry and Other Artifacts
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Burnt
lcmt Who has lived a life interrupted by fire? Joining that company of salt wives, I cannot look back or step forward. Reconcile me, please, to this interim shelf. Soon enough, a life divided by cataclysms will resume.
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Asemic writing (Hotel Frieze #14)
lcmt Click for larger image
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clothesline
lcmt twill your bony cloudeds, crenellate your wisplikes, reharmonize your shirtmarkers, colorized to lime eclipsed in a laundressed perturbation, draped unfurled nosedive blithely, enplaned into quilts cottoning up a willow pattern
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Community Property
lcmt Comply with her carpetbagged hemming-stitch, then seclude him rollickingly �as if he kicked brimful and absolute among the hominidae �as if her secureness accumulated with her longing.
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Omen Machine Jasmine
lcmt Of omens both good and bad in Malabar the following list is given by Mr Logan: Good are crows, pigeons, etc., and beasts as deer, etc., moving from left to right, and dogs and jackals moving inversely, and other beasts found similarly and singly; ruddy goose, mongoose, goat and peacock, seen singly or in couples, either at the right or left. A rainbow seen on the right or left or behind prognosticates good, but the reverse if seen in front. Buttermilk, raw rice, snake-gourd, priyangu flowers, honey, clarified butter, red cotton juice, antimony sulphurate, a metal mug, bells ringing, a lamp, a lotus, karuka grass, raw fish, raw flesh, flour, ripe fruits and sweetmeats, gems and sandalwood, elephants, pots filled with water, a virgin, a couple of Brahmans, Rajas, respectable men, a white flower, a white yak tail, white cloth and a white horse. Chank shell, a flagstaff (but not a flag?), a turban, a triumphal arch, a palanquin. Fruitful soil and burning fire. Elegant eatables or drinkables, carts with men in them, cows with their calves, mares, bulls or cows with ropes tied to their necks. Swans and peacocks, and cranes warbling sweetly. Bracelets, mirrors, mustard, any substance of white color, the bellowing of oxen, auspicious words, harmonious human voices and such same sounds made by birds or beasts, the uplifting of umbrellas, hailing exclamations, the sounds of harp and flute, timbrel and tabor, and other instruments of music, the sounds of hymns of consecration and Vedic recitations, gentle breezes all round at the time of a journey. Bad omens are men deprived of their limbs, lame or blind, a corpse or a wearer of cloth put on a corpse, flowers used for funeral ceremonies, coconut fiber, broken vessels, hearing words expressive of breaking, burning, destroying, etc., the alarming cry of alas! alas!, loud screams, loud crying from the east, cursing, trembling, sneezing, the sight of a man in sorrow, the sight of a man with a stick, the sight of a barber, the sight of a widow. Pepper and other pungent substances. A snake, cat, iguana, lizard or monkey crossing the road, vociferous beasts such as jackals, dogs and kites. A buffalo, a donkey, or a temple bull, a eunuch, a ruffian, an outcast, any horrible figure, vomit, excrement, stench. Bamboo, cotton, black grains of lead, salt, liquor, animal hides, grass, dirt, firewood, iron. A cot, stool or other vehicle carried with legs upward, dishes, cups, etc., carried with mouth downwards, vessels filled with live coals which are broken and not burning, ashes, a broomstick a winnow basket, a hatchet. Text is from Omens and Superstitions of Southern India by Edgar Thurston McBride, Nast & Co, 1912
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Mother
lcmt Cold huntress. Night descends from shadows giant between the stars, walks invisible, deadens sound. She comes, ice alive in chalcedony. Drawn by dead horses, her chariot is the moon�s wing �flowers and suns die at her touch �her eyes bleach all colors into pale liars.
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Artifact
I am experimenting with printing a broadside for my poem "The Wife of History". I am using odd pieces of paper left over from other projects. I have accumulated a pile of rather nice-looking test sheets. Anybody out there want one? They are not perfect, but I will sign and number them.
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Drought
lcmt Once we were roisterous monsters, coarse and unchangeable, indebted to no one, indigenous to nowhere, incumbents to battlefields, beholders of ghosts. All our joys were clotted with pearls, all our griefs were denied with stone, all our words were bald-faced bricks, all our lanterns were fueled with turpentine and salt. Now this plague, this rain of nails, this slow-moving barrage, not as percussive as artillery but just as sheering, has harried our bodies into staves and cudgels. We are needle-stemmed and weather-marked, our backbones burned with sloth, our skin, our bark, gravelled with dearth. We have become smaller, somber, solitary, rooted in dust, a few scrubby curiosities without bounden shoals, collected into unclosed museums.
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