January 15, 2007

 

DIVERSE ARTICULITUS

 

 

there is something inexorable under the surface

a word iíve never used

 

 

 

 

 

poetry the last language before death

 

~

 

of the two schools

writing what i donít know interests me most

 

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somewhere between looking and seeing

it only appears iím not paying attention

 

the punishment is severe

 

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do you still think memory

has anything to do with thinking

 

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what else in this transparent beauty

 

at which moment

 

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the distance between reading and visualizing

transversation

 

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you already know not to open your eyes

 

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all this talk of memory

we were both there

yet your telling and my telling

 

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that quizzical look

takes me under language

 

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that lost look never more found

 

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between what i remember

and what iíve imagined

 

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all the way from death to show me

 

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at the brink recognizable

 

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i donít believe in a poetry written from a singular mind

 

neither do I

 

~

 

the odds favor sea salt

blood breaking in on the blood

 

 

 

 

óCraig Czury

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from IN MY SILENCE TO JUSTIFY, FootHills Publishing, 2003

http://foothillspublishing.com/pre-2005/id39.htm

 

Posted by dwaber at January 15, 2007 01:30 PM