after Celan — for the deaths of many Beginningless– a kindof, what? terrible patienceperhaps, content to turneach again into the green milkof daybreak, that evening cloud,sips it at midday, voiceor choice of ever that night. And drinkeach dark into its corner,sweep carefully after, before,& shovel a new grave in the air just– so– so’s you […]
Filed under: Allan Brown by akublik Date 24 September, 2009
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in mem. Norman O. Brown (1913-2002) A longer sunset, orthat water edge againwhose light not exactly frightened,I suppose, but something wasn’t . . .well enough remembered, as . . . You see the bird. You listenthough you do not understand, andeach song quietly. AsOvid in/from his placeof exile, wonders againthe curse of the artist:to see, […]
Filed under: Allan Brown by akublik Date 21 September, 2009
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* dandelions & crabgrass together– almost summer * the ox stands alone in our neighbours’ yard. * watching glow-flies or pieces of this quiet night ~ Allan Brown Allan Brown’s work first appeared on blueskiespoetry in December, 2008. His 20th volume of poetry, the on-line chapbook Sentences (Coracale Press), appeared in January, 2009.
Filed under: Allan Brown by akublik Date 28 May, 2009
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* counting the branches & blossoms together– counting again [after Basho] * the wind suddenly– how many leaves in the air? [after Hokusai] ~ Allan Brown Allan Brown’s work first appeared on blueskiespoetry in December, 2008. His 20th volume of poetry, the on-line chapbook Sentences (Coracale Press), appeared in January, 2009.
Filed under: Allan Brown by akublik Date 25 May, 2009
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Two or three days after December solstice — near enoughanyway to be able to notice the lengthening day and day again,the places it gets to. Somewhere out of the way of lastyear’s extensions, forays and tributary meanderings; ora moment, it may be, through/of the heron-plucked sunbranchwas it? on these roughened, discoloured steps — spit or […]
Filed under: Allan Brown by akublik Date 22 December, 2008
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