Gasps
Monday, July 25, 2005
 
UNMA(S)KING THE WORLD

“The show’s patchwork construction inevitably lacks penetration but not poignancy and poetry.”
--from “Unmaking The World” by John Lahr, The New Yorker, June 6, 2005


Pain unmakes
The toothache suffices

Anguish renders all pronouns
“Now let’s talk of terror”

A soul suddenly paralyzed
Mind destabilized against the complex

Angular gray concrete slabs
Topped with barbed wire

Conjure
An airport’s tarmac

Travelers slumped
Into impotent storm clouds

All baggage might as well
Be jettisoned—

The terrorist’s ambition
Not only to kill

But subvert the Body
Politic


Maim the public
Imagination

“Where’s the smoke?
The splinters? Ruins?”

Calmer passenger notes
“It’s already blown”

The concrete slabs
Which first suggested barriers

Become non-metaphors
For impermeable walls

That keep the terrorized
Self in

What remains is a photograph
Taken by policemen

Of two hands
Tied to a bedpost

A European style: flatness
A willful refusal to entertain

Of all the losses
The greatest is disillusion

Thus, Tennesse Williams
Attends all funerals:

“All at once
I am a fountain…

A scarlet ocean of blood
At my lips

And nobody [nobody
Nobody] understands.”



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Sunday, July 10, 2005
 
THE HAY(NA)KU OF NUMBERS

One
need not
rely on anyone

unless
One wants
to relax melancholy

though
such dilution
is mere rest

never
the multiplication
of One beyond

One

*****


Two
is not
one or three

but
two can
be a sum

***


Three
is you
cheating on me

or
making love
with much generosity

***


Four
is tricky:
It can split

into
two camps:
"X" versus "Z"

***


Five
may not
be your favorite

as
five enables
one left out


***


Six
is simple:
it simply is.

***


Seven
will never
betray. Trust me.

***


Eight
is hourglass
frittering sand away

but
done so
elegantly as to

generate
no complaints
again and again

and
again and
again and again

***


Nine
is odd
without one more

*****


Ten
is one
opened up to

potential.

Saturday, July 09, 2005
 
ONE'S HAY(NA)KU

One
need not
rely on anyone

unless
One wants
to relax melancholy

though
such dilution
is mere rest

never
the multiplication
of One beyond

One


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