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Woman With Automatic.
“What I teach you is nothing. What you learn by doing over and over is where the learning begins.” (Simon Michael)
“Writing poetry is much easier than reading it.” (Guy Davenport)
“Write hard and clear about what hurts.” (Hemingway)
“It is only the dead who have seen the end of war.” (Plato)
“…And continuing to occupy our chambers in the Faubourg Saint Germain, we gave the Future to the winds, and slumbered tranquilly in the Present, weaving the dull world around us into dreams.” (Poe, The Mystery of Marie Roget)
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“A Refusal to Mourn the Death by Fire of a Child in London,” poem by Dylan Thomas
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This poem is an antidote to the “thoughts and prayers” mantra. It reminds me of Millay’s “Dirge Without Music” in that it challenges shopworn formulas of mourning. When I discovered it — lo many moons ago — I was captivated, first, by its syntax: Four sentences with their periods.
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Gerry Rattigan is the publican who operates the Thane of Thoth, the watering hole popular among the better sort of denizens of Chichesterton-Upon-Hogg — though, to be sure, it’s also the only such establishment in the village. Gerry customarily nicks for himself a generous tip from the large-denomination note Sir Alistair Chichester drops nonchalantly on the countertop to cover his daily consumption of bitter. The purloined gratuity comes to thrice the wholesale cost of bitter (three shillings tuppence the pint — toss the tuppence in odd years owing to the Regency Levy exemptions for baronial preserves) summed to twice again that multiple.
Question: What does Gerry’s outrageous windfall for his simpering service amount to in a fortnight?
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The Smallest Black Hole
You wonder what you’d find in a black hole?
Your other sock? A dime? A baby mole?
I’ll tell you where you will find none of those:
In Cygnus X-1 only darkness shows.
A star one hundred times our own Sun’s mass
Collapsed upon itself and turned to gas.
It tore a hole in space I cannot find
A way to understand in my own mind.
A place I cannot draw or get my eyes on,
Where all is lost on its event horizon.
A place where things fall in and go bye bye.
No peep, no burble, not even a sigh
Comes back to notify us of their plight.
Nothing gets out from there, not even light.
Things disappeared for eons. No one missed ’em.
They had been swallowed by a binary system!
Now they’ve found a hole that’s just a baby,
The smallest yet, the smallest ever, maybe.
An X-ray pattern comes from gas white-hot.
It lets them hear the “heartbeat” of the tot.
They hear its heartbeat. Just imagine that!
If only they knew where your sock is at!
References
http://www.forbes.com/sites/alexknapp/2011/12/17/nasa-satellite-may-have-found-the-smallest-known-
black-hole/
http://www.forbes.com/sites/alexknapp/2011/11/19/new-data-provides-a-complete-description-of-a-black-
hole/
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Drawn and Quartered
“Everything was everywhere.” (Joplin, MO tornado survivor)
It was as if Mother Nature
Had thrown the town under a train.
It skidded hard for good measure,
Smearing acreage with guts and brain.
Uncle Alvin would do a snake
Encountered in the road that way.
He said, “Swerve quick and put a back
Wheel on it, brake on that bad boy.”
Half hanged, cock-chopped, de-balled, headless,
Pulled apart is how they died
In Merry Olde England’s justice,
Braked on alive and liquefied.
Nature taught Alvin and the Queen
How to make a good disaster:
Be thorough, merciless, and mean —
Fuck the town, the snake, the bastard.
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He worked on her [***], balled into a striving that sweated their two bodies [***], past caring where she was, if she had [***] [***]. She was beginning to signal [***] in her eyes, her [***] was tensing. But all that mattered was the [***] he was [***] toward, the fall. He shifted forward, making the angle more [***], drowning in [***]. Guiding on the [***] [***] of her [***] [***], he felt at last a loss, a dispersion, and dragged with a shiver the [***] slow [***] deep from [***] [***] [***]. When the [***] [***] he was already [***].
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Written in the 70s, 70s-5a redacted. (Copyright 2018 James Mansfield Nichols. All rights reserved.)
“It’s the poet’s business to make poetry out of the unexplored resources of the unpoetical.” (T.S. Eliot)
“I would sooner give the laurel to vigorous error than to any orthodoxy not inspired.” (W.B. Yeats)
“A poem by its nature operates beyond rational control.” (Kay Ryan)
“Ezra Pound’s caked and crusted erudition…” (I forget who said this, but God it’s true.)
“Poetry is always dying, always going to hell.” (Donald Hall)
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“Ozymandias,” poem by Percy Bysshe Shelley, http://www.poetryfoundation.org
This sonnet triggers a puff of schadenfreude. It’s fun to imagine that, given time, the desert swallows braggarts.
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Lamont Ledbetter buys the jerseys for the Birch Sidewinders every year. Well, not him personally, but the Stockmen’s Bank over in Birch where he’s president. We’ll play Birch at homecoming. Tuck Ledbetter is a starting corner back for the Sidewinders, but his sister Trance wants to play volleyball here for the Lady Stags — they don’t have a team in Birch. She’ll stay with her aunt Shyanne out in Purling Rill, drive her doolie home on weekends. Lamont and Katelynn promised her a new Silverado with the King Ranch package if she keeps her elibility. If that young lady doesn’t make her grades, it’s not because her parents aren’t trying.
I heard Trance has her eye on Rhett Farber. It’s not common for a Junior girl to go after a Freshman boy, though he does run the four-forty awful fast. You ask me, Rhett needs to keep his head in athletics, and Trance needs to date older boys. I think I’ll mention this to Katelynn when I see her at the game. I can’t imagine her and Lamont would approve of Trance dating beneath her class, especially a Stag and not a Sidewinder.
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