- The Habit Of Poetry
somethinganythingby definition finite alive only to the moment so the web of our poem warp observation weft art
still s(l)ungif s(l)inging is & possible
the dream serape against the cold a(gains)t knowing
postures of the imagination
ideas tothinness alltrim & old cloth faded full of holes & lyricism yet still struggling to clothe this un/new era
to shout 'human' as where the naked are criminal
a faith too long in the tootha craft too long in light of sight sound a particular rhythm a stranger knowing cosmetic to spotty angst fear [End Page 1045]
so the poem a scrap trapped in ancient ice (O but she hath a lovely face god in her wisdom grant her grace or something like
therefore coffined eternal rest unto etc. dead of quanta/relativity/chaos/theory/ our politics its whimper its constant careless murder of possibilitydead of ourselves our long lingering absorptionwith the body our search for easesecurity and no holy land its absenceanywheredead of fear
& we unable to stand our own frantic per(re)versions dead of this instant constant knowingwe would rather not have our lovely only planet in blast & heave lies deep as icebergs & calving
this century long wake to do with need our minds rags our grip slow thin wintry flattening
the safe comfortable (un)knownour mo(u)rnings for
now this old poetic cloth before TV before Gates-blasted hearths stripped to hobby say rag-rugs perhaps honor to the ancestors their innocence a marking time a writing ourselves downin case [End Page 1046]
where technologies mass their brilliant terror prepare to whirl curl the earth into hot embrace to sweep the plains off their feet dance them to sleep
with outpassion
Bless me Mother for I am sinning
this new ethos so human so & (instinctive this move to what ishard edged bitter but is order
in this false & murderous century
how difficult this art: makeitrealnewtrueusefulcommonplacemakeitglideevensing
how faint grace
andhow with every line this poem this hope fails
we alone in its/our own cold intensities
thus on towards
Rock of ages DA-DA-DA- HOW I PLACE MY FAITH IN THEE [End Page 1047]