Monday, August 28, 2006
CHILD OF THE WILLOWS - FOR STAN BRAKHAGE
Frame follows frame of
Purest flaming prairie of
Infuriating earth
From shelterbelt
Saw sprockets
At field edge
Nothing forlorn for
acres
Across a plain colored by commerce
Whispers from the bleeding ears of
Kansas
Crash crop of the nameable
Crowing across cowed pasture
A commodity is a sometimes thing
A house that substitutes for speech
No lacunae
In story space
Cell after painted cell
Daily rushes of flourishing corn
Flickering poetics
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Love this. "Crash crop of the nameable," in particular.
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