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  • spine poem #9: hay(na)ku

    The widening spell
    of the
    leaves,

    my life corrupted
    into song.
    Pure,

    unattainable earth where
    now, as
    ever,

    testimony is music
    beginning with
    O…

    spine poem

    → 9:00 AM, Apr 30
  • spine poem #8

    “Spring shade, spring essence.”
    Song of the departed stranger.

    Music, imitations, illuminations.

    To be the poet even in quiet
    places: Turtle Island, Flower
    Wreath Hill, backroads
    to far towns…

    spine poem

    → 7:00 AM, Apr 26
  • spine poem #7

    Overtime field work,
    temporary help:
    why aren’t you at work?

    spine poem

    → 6:00 AM, Apr 22
  • This afternoon, while looking for something else, I stumbled on the site where I first encountered book spine poems: Stan Carey’s Sentence First. He’s been at it since 2010, inspired by artist Nina Katchadourian’s Sorted Books project, which she began back in 1993.

    → 7:20 PM, Apr 20
  • spine poem #6

    Mermaids in the basement
    howl ravishing disunities: these
    are not sweet girls.

    spine poem

    → 7:05 AM, Apr 19
  • spine poem #5

    Locusts at the edge of
    summer, harping on all day.

    Permanent red blood:
    tin, straw, ashes.

    For breakfast: scrambled
    eggs and whiskey.

    spine poem

    → 6:00 AM, Apr 16
  • spine poem #4

    Bedouin of the London
    evening, nobody’s
    Ezekiel, seeing

    things of no country
    I know. Things

    stirring together
    or far away, imaginary
    vessels, terrible blooms.

    spine poem

    → 8:00 AM, Apr 10
  • spine poem #3

    Stealing sugar
    from the castle,
    playing the black
    piano, passing
    through broken
    hierarchies: the heart

              is strange.

    spine poem

    → 5:59 AM, Apr 6
  • spine poem #2

    Oceanic codes,
    appearing in
    the middle distance
    above the river, tug
    the great enigma from
    one life to another.

    spine poem

    → 5:52 PM, Apr 4
  • spine poem #1

    The novice insomniac, sleeping
    with the dictionary, calling a wolf
    a wolf…

    My vocabulary did this to me.

    spine poem

    → 9:11 AM, Apr 3
  • It’s National Poetry Month. Since I am one of the Unacknowledged Legislators of the World, I suppose I should do what I can to promote poetry.

    So this month, I will post the occasional “book spine poem,” composed of titles from my poetry collection…

    The first follows soon.

    → 7:17 AM, Apr 3
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