Category: poetry

On Beauty

On Beauty

No, we could not itemize the list
of sins they can’t forgive us.
The beautiful don’t lack the wound.
It is always beginning to snow.

Of sins they can’t forgive us
speech is beautifully useless.
It is always beginning to snow.
The beautiful know this.

Speech is beautifully useless.
They are the damned.
The beautiful know this.
They stand around unnatural as statuary.

They are the damned
and so their sadness is perfect,
delicate as an egg placed in your palm.
Hard, it is decorated with their face

and so their sadness is perfect.
The beautiful don’t lack the wound.
Hard, it is decorated with their face.
No, we could not itemize the list.

Cape Cod, May 1974

— Nick Laird (via On Beauty by Zadie Smith)

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The Government

from Saul William’s email list:

 

We have overcome.

Except those of us now in Gaza. Except those of us whom police kill. Except those of us who are suspects. Except those of us whom the church hate. Except those of us damned to taste good. Except those of us held by fate. We are meeting in the capitol. Word is, freedom will not wait.

All that once was never shall be.
All they could do won’t be done.
All we sang of is now happening.

[note to self:]
Must write
new songs
to become…

…And so it was. Through the collective imagination of the people, the force of will and human potential, and an unflinching ability to hold himself to task, Niggy Tardust was liberated. His ability to see beyond the boundaries and obstacles of ‘genre’, ‘race’, and suppression, allowed him to encompass a grace and sound that embodied the all. All that had stood against him, now stood with him. All that had claimed a lesser harmony, now craved voice and resonance. He stood with poets, painters, dancers, students, children of the night who had transformed themselves into a million bright ambassadors of morning, and proclaimed,

“We declare declaratives and deny the official. Based in the landmark of the G-spot, we have overtaken ourselves and overthrown our forefathers. Let there be light within the light and let it answer to the name of Darkness. We are forever risen from the deadly: the anti-virus and the All Stars. Granted power by forces unbeknownst to us. Made in the likeness of kindness. We offer anger to the angry and fear to the fearful. We dance at our own funerals to forsake the mourners…

…This is no time to cry! This is no time at all! Here is the moment of the overlooked and the unforeseeable. We are the elected officials of the people: poets and artists. We are the declarative statement of the inarticulate, the irreparably damaged goods of the bad meaning good. We are the government! We are the government! We are the government!”

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God’s Secretary

by R.S. Gwynn

Her e-mail inbox always overflows.
Her outbox doesn’t get much use at all.
She puts on hold the umpteen-billionth call
As music oozes forth to placate those
Who wait, then disconnect.  Outside, wind blows,
Scything pale leaves.  She sees a sparrow fall
Fluttering to a claw-catch on a wall.
Will He be in today?  God only knows.

She hasn’t seen His face–He’s so aloof.
She’s long resigned He’ll never know or love her
But still can wish there were some call, some proof
That He requires a greater service of her.
Fingers of rain now drum upon the roof,
Coming from somewhere, somewhere far above her.

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for roses & cigarettes

for roses & cigarettes 
 
i dreamt about your bed 
or mine it wasn’t clear 
just that once (or twice) 
 
do you remember that weekend? 
the one where the past was forgotten 
when we went over that cliff and 
we unravelled into each other 
 
or do you remember this weekend? 
the one where we drenched ourselves in rays, 
our feet in the ocean… 
connecting us to the rest of the world 
and each other 
 
this is where we are, 
    we be, 
            we see 
we make love

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An Open Letter to History…

by Saul Williams:

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circle

rising from deserts
yellow wildflowers reach
and find each other

 

more circles from the poets at one single impression

*wildflowers courtesy of Go John Trail, Cave Creek, AZ

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kindness

sunkissed clouds embrace
wind blowing through your absence
spring returns with you

more impressions of kindness can be found at the new community at one single impression (formally one deep breath)

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one deep breath: boulders

your ancient problems
molded by wind and rain and time
solved in climbers grace

more breaths of boulders from the poets at one deep breath

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one deep breath: closeness

for S.

moonlit encouraged
waves embrace the sand, wind breathes
drawing each to us

another breath of closeness

more breaths of closeness from the poets at one deep breath

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one deep breath: more closeness

for Elizabeth

you remain inside
falling rain. your presence known
despite the drought.

another breath of closeness

more breaths of closeness from the poets at one deep breath

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