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Peripheral Multitudes
It was the kind of heat
that causes cats to hug linoleum
and brings the pill bugs out
curled into brittle ball bearings or
unfolded, legs fanned like embryonic eye lashes
whisper-walking down in the crevices, akin to dust.
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Jul/31/2012, 8:42 am
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Hi Chris,
Yeah, I can see why you posted this in FN. I think it's the kind of thread you may feel inclined to add to from time to time. This is not a critique forum, but I wanted to say the imagery here is excellent.
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Aug/2/2012, 8:26 am
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Thanks Kat,
Yeah, it seemed fragmentary and observational/descriptive...these drab, little bugs kept turning up and worked their way into my thoughts...thank you for your comment,
Chris
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Aug/2/2012, 8:51 am
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Chris---
why not drive the cat mad, locate action?
quote: burned linoleum,
the cat home that August
but it did us no good.
my suggestion for a start. good imagery, very much like the concept.
had to read this one in a major zine several times, she is talking about a zoo.
quote: Renovated Zoo, Now Called Habitat
Betty Ad c ock
Here is their better life, each kind in place
where low walls and cunning moats address
an almost beautiful, almost spacious,
almost accurate wilderness.
Now the lion's warm breath can feather
great clouds on a larger winter;
the wolf trots longer now to burn
his pacing's pattern on a lengthened run;
and we see more of the lustrous otter's
turning into underwater's
sudden turning into glass.
Jungle and savanna, shrewd mirages,
sing semblance verging on suburban,
bait at which an aging leopard lunges.
Elephants, our lapsing emblems
of the Pleistocene's parade,
in thunder-colored skins go under
imported trees, imported shade.
On the tiger passant, light and dark engage,
limning the memory of an antique cage
forward and back, and back, and back
in a roil and stride of silk and rage
as if he mocks the old constricting track.
What comes here after dark? Not ease.
Perhaps our city's nightmare comes
to each of these, and shaped as they are shaped:
clawed fierce-footed if that is right,
beaked and flying if it flies,
or coiling and uncoiling with red eyes—
our fantasy assailing as our manufacture takes
them into art and absence and desire.
bernie
--- Fall
Bob Grenier: the leaves / falling / out of the / water by the / table
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Jan/25/2013, 8:56 pm
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hey bernie,
yeah, as it is, just a fragment. thanks for the terrific zoo poem, Elephants, our lapsing emblems,
Chris
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Jan/26/2013, 9:30 am
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I think this is a little different for you, Chris, at least in syntax. Are you thinking of running with it? Might be fun, lead you on.
Tere
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Feb/9/2013, 2:22 pm
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