Friday, 17. July 2009
A Transcription*
Truth
Ends without punctuation
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Things are Simply gone
People try to glorify It
Hot, still, barren
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Ask for nothing & it all comes to you
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You don't have A goal in mind
Something you Want to see
Trying to get away
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Where did that part Of my life go?
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Object at center of memory
Glorified like treasure
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Conditional
Repeated
Remember Not father or Grandma
But the things
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Who talks in this poem?
*Collage of marginalia scattered across many pages in a second hand volume of Philip Levine's poems....to get self through a dry spell
Collected Noise
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