Showing posts with label Collage Poem. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Collage Poem. Show all posts

Tuesday, June 21, 2011

Scribble the Holy Contour

Scribble everything!

Get drunk with your life, its own visionary tics, the true

story of the world interior – jewel center

of recollection. 

Swim in language,

in the holy contour of life

emblazoned in praise

of wild, undisciplined time.

Bits and pieces culled from Jack Kerouac's 30 Writing Tips

Saturday, June 4, 2011

Raw, Wild Summer

Prey to luminous mornings

  in whose golden pulp
        lay the core of long afternoons

raw      wild      summer
  drenched with honey

Cento Source text: The Street of Crocodiles by Bruno Schulz (pages 25 & 26)

Saturday, July 17, 2010

The Crescent of Silence is Brimmed - a Neruda collage

When I open the door of night,

the crescent of silence is brimmed.

It is midnight: all around me

death beats on a gong, black water

the screaming of birds in the rain.

Something shoves me toward damp houses, into dark

corners, into hospitals with bones flying out of the windows,

devoured by haze. All things that live

give some part of themselves to the air.

The big breathing encircles me

with its raddle of towering blossoms, mouths

with their teeth black at the root:

a kiss dusky with pitch.

Phrases and lines from Five Decades: Poems 1925-1970 Pablo Neruda, translated by Ben Belitt
Painting: The Water-Sprite and Ägir's Daughters by Nils Johan Olsson Blommér