more snaps, incl. an homage to Roberto Bolaño
mostly new fences in Riverhead & other snaps
Tennessee Williams, poet after Hart Crane and Constantine Cavafy’s hearts
WINTER SMOKE IS BLUE AND BITTER
(from Androgyne, Mon Amour)
Winter smoke is blue and bitter:
women comfort you in winter.
Scent of thyme is cool and tender:
girls are music to remember.
Men are made of rock and thunder:
threat of storm to labour under.
Cypress woods are demon-
winter album, including Operational Leap, Water Carrier, Foot Guy, Use This, The Soul & Window on the Winter Council, plus Westgate and Silhouettes of Lampposts, One with a bird on it, and more (without mentioning the shame that is the St. James while mil
POETRY IS THE INVENTION OF METAPHOR. EVERY WORD IS A TRANSLATION; EVERY WORD IS A BETRAYAL. Á La Santé du Serpent, Good Health to the Snake, René Char, my translation, forgive
I
Je chante la chaleur à visage de nouveau-né, la chaleur désespérée.
I SING THE WARMTH IN THE FACE OF A NEWBORN,
THE DESPERATE WARMTH.
II
Au tour du pain de rompre l’homme, d’être la beauté du point du jour.
THE BREAD’S TURN TO BREAK MAN,
beautiful understatement; a counterpoint between them that seems the most exquisite psychological insight into its characters: striking phrases from a book wholly striking for its passion and violence of action, and the more realistically human for its in
The spectre showed a spectre’s ordinary caprice.
– Emily Brontë,
Wuthering Heights
, first published 1847, a year before the death of its author, aged 30, although it appeared under the pseudonym of Ellis Bell, Penguin Books, Australia, 2009, p. 33
A nothing vexed him, and suspected slights of his authority