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That could be a lie.
Truth-elusive (or not) vignettes collected in And I Used to Sail Barges available at The Red Ceilings Press here.
to sit in the sun
and all at once
being covered as
a genuine gentle
through the false
acacia and makes
its sudden shower
of real leaves
i want to say
it’s the simple
things and say
this to myself
and only for me
so that no one
else hears how
it sounds in the
drawing out of
an autumnal tree
as when some do
they’ll think all
is fine and good
when instead the
simple things are
less than being
writing in this
seasonal way is
a death of irony
With recalls like shifting sand, it wouldn’t be a
Greek tragedy had he lost my book on the beach,
a memoir opened in his hands to a brush of sea
breeze – yet forgetting it there, pages would
have unfurled after waves rose up to layer it out
in its to-and-fro of liquid reading. Or if he left the
book opened on a taverna table when drinking
to a different forgetfulness, chancing Ouzo
after a vignette about Derrida, trying to deconstruct
that hangover before it arrives caboose-first,
someone else could stumble across and discover
the problems of language. But to leave behind in an
airport lounge was the existential gift to fellow
travellers, others to pick up the storylines and
possibly connect – having lost and found like us
too – and we can think it an altruism of a fortuitous
share when bringing a wider audience in to play,
an improvisation with a framing in our names.
This is from The Floating Bear small press magazine (1961 – 69), edited by Diane di Prima and LeRoi Jones, and new to me. With thanks to Derek Beaulieu who tweeted this link to free downloads of all of the magazines. This cut-up is from Issue 5, and there are other WB poems as well as a host of contemporaries across the series. I have only started looking through…
Read the interview here.
Free pdf downloads of erasure resources for NPD and theme of Choice/Choosing here.
With thanks to IT and Rupert for posting another from my found poem collection &there4 here.