I'm off for a few days to write, visit, walk by some water,
look at my quote un quote manuscript, clear out a bit.
Here's a poem by Rusty Morrison from her book,
The True Keeps Calm Biding Its Story, which uses
the language of the telegraph -- as in "stop" at
the end of a line -- as a kind of structure for
connection or maybe missed connections.
I've just started to read it.
The effect is disarming, somewhat annoying as I imagine
is the intention. She just won an award from the academy
of american poets. The book is published by a press I
admire, Ahsahta, which makes really lovely books.
I think I'll add this to my book bag.
(Of course blogger screws up line breaks in poems
please advise stop
like water-spiders on a pond the hours pass overhead stop
with each perfected dexterity I thin the surface that carries me stop
traces of an otherwise indiscernible consensus collect under my fingernails please
his face isn't lost to me but traveling now and mostly untended stop
hereafter wil I apply rules and avoid content stop
braid wildflower stems peeled of petals stop
scrub gently with a brush to relieve us of the historical present please
listen for the entire circumference of the screen door's arc but hear only it slap stop
even incoherent babbling is usually phonetically accurate please advise