|Only his
torso, arms
and cock|
fit (in
the mirror).
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Very early this New Year's Day I wrote the above ten words on the stationary (or since I write on it so often, perhaps it should be called the stationery) bike.
Hours later, after re-watching Derek Jarman's short film Wittgenstein, I remembered once reading that a possible derivation of my last name is "maker of brackets." I wondered: is that what I am as a poet? A maker of brackets?
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It's 11:35 AM as I write this post. The poetry fragment which I began with was written about 6 hours ago. I've been obsessing over it during that span of time. On the one hand, it's purely descriptive of the image I would want on the cover of EXPOSURES, if that work ever sees the light of day. On the other hand, it represents the beginning of a raw clarity I'm struggling toward.
Tom, anything, any thing projecting from a wall, or column, holding, say, a lamp, I'd take it. And mark the word "column"--another reference to writing.
ReplyDeleteHappy New Year!
And hey, I also like the idea that for a bracket to hold a lamp, it has to be, um, aroused...
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