The muffled sound of the fruit
as it carefully breaks from a branch,
amid the incessant chant
of the silence, deep in the woods.
1908
Further Reading
Nothing New in the West
by Clement Obropta
The Old West is an invention, as fake as a ride at Disneyland. It’s a desert filled with paradoxes.
JOE AMATO’S RESPONSE TO “SOME DARKER BOUQUETS”
At first blush, Kent Johnson’s proposal makes a lot of sense. Problem: how to reenergize the review mechanism, which — as Johnson has it — suffers from the puffery of academic poet-careerists who are only too willing to forgo genuine critique for the chance to gain a leg up in the poetry lottery. Though Johnson’s […]
Untitled #1 by Aleksey Porvin (translated by Peter Golub)
The boxy tube of knocking wheels is squeezed by the speed and leaks a long odorous drop of train— glues the clatter onto the horizon; why the craftwork, is there not enough construction visible? For instance: the flat fog, tied by the powerlines to the forest posts or the anticipating – that railroad pointer directing […]
