Matthew
26:15
Matthew 27:3
Exodus 21:32
Zechariah 11:12
He in penny-loafers, one leg crosst
over the other, reclining in the chair,
clipboard, pen, and Dunhill swirling white
to hearken to a something, not the smoke
in Rome, but of a substance we ought not
express, to put a finer point, to say
it straight, if harder matter wld be pearls.
you sd express, & Reynolds adolescently
chortled: is that the word we want, it sounds
like Charlie's twin brother, younger Chortle,
Chuck & Chortle, talking heads? No, turtles.
That's rime-driven, we agreed, & broke the
sing-song, only to go back, soon, but for now
let us enjoy the laxity, we acquiesced &
Reynolds: there's Chortle & Chucky,
& Prudence, dear Prudence, Charity,
Chastity & Hope, Bob Hope, who playd
to men in uniform & sd he'd play
if but one man was serving, he wld play,
a good man: 1 in a million we wld guess,
then Midway: he wld stretch his legs & say
a line from Langland, Chaucer, Spenser, Douglas,
Blake, Berryman, Duncan; then Ginsberg
bringing up the rear, incanting aums ,
clapping, yawping mantras, chanting hymns,
but lest we go too far & lose the premise
which was to tell of him, the lengthy calves
w/o an hair, a smoooth man, whereas Esau
was an hairy man, to mind us of
Albion's harlequins, tall & leggy men,
let us continue, it is of this man
that phantasies unsightly & ungodly
come: images that stir the blood & frighten
the mind, like those that Iudas saw:
the rotted beast aswarm w/ flies, the demon
in sudden terror, & in innocent faces
of sneering children, in Gibson's vision,
for 30 pieces of silver, thirty shekels?
He hung himself, or hangd, we say hangd
not hung, which is for objects, not for men,
but better we avoid this, ' bury me not Bunko
damn Catholic I pray you in Egypt. ' : Galway,
whose boychild crieth: Fergus, who went w/ wand'ring
& dishevelld stars, we'll get to him, his longpoem
Rodman snipt in his anthology
[Selden dead, 2002, age 93],
The Avenue Bearing the Initial of Christ
Into the New World , we have quoted there,
& pray we avoid this, let me echoe heere
this Greco-Roman love, for shame, it blushd
its purple head & then became an olive,
O oil of the fruit of the tree in the garden
I sang befor, in ballad sing-song, saying
my mouth is open, & I am waiting, like
that waif La Belle Dam sans Merci—
who mindeth me of Opeth & a bridge,
dark water: ways & wells, & fluting fountains,
arches, under wich go folk forlorn
in misty loss, as in Lothlorien
where Beren went & barefoot Luthien,
in mirky woodes by melancholy meres—
who tarryeth long & no birds sing.
- 12.17-18.13
Matthew 27:3
Exodus 21:32
Zechariah 11:12
He in penny-loafers, one leg crosst
over the other, reclining in the chair,
clipboard, pen, and Dunhill swirling white
to hearken to a something, not the smoke
in Rome, but of a substance we ought not
express, to put a finer point, to say
it straight, if harder matter wld be pearls.
you sd express, & Reynolds adolescently
chortled: is that the word we want, it sounds
like Charlie's twin brother, younger Chortle,
Chuck & Chortle, talking heads? No, turtles.
That's rime-driven, we agreed, & broke the
sing-song, only to go back, soon, but for now
let us enjoy the laxity, we acquiesced &
Reynolds: there's Chortle & Chucky,
& Prudence, dear Prudence, Charity,
Chastity & Hope, Bob Hope, who playd
to men in uniform & sd he'd play
if but one man was serving, he wld play,
a good man: 1 in a million we wld guess,
then Midway: he wld stretch his legs & say
a line from Langland, Chaucer, Spenser, Douglas,
Blake, Berryman, Duncan; then Ginsberg
bringing up the rear, incanting aums ,
clapping, yawping mantras, chanting hymns,
but lest we go too far & lose the premise
which was to tell of him, the lengthy calves
w/o an hair, a smoooth man, whereas Esau
was an hairy man, to mind us of
Albion's harlequins, tall & leggy men,
let us continue, it is of this man
that phantasies unsightly & ungodly
come: images that stir the blood & frighten
the mind, like those that Iudas saw:
the rotted beast aswarm w/ flies, the demon
in sudden terror, & in innocent faces
of sneering children, in Gibson's vision,
for 30 pieces of silver, thirty shekels?
He hung himself, or hangd, we say hangd
not hung, which is for objects, not for men,
but better we avoid this, ' bury me not Bunko
damn Catholic I pray you in Egypt. ' : Galway,
whose boychild crieth: Fergus, who went w/ wand'ring
& dishevelld stars, we'll get to him, his longpoem
Rodman snipt in his anthology
[Selden dead, 2002, age 93],
The Avenue Bearing the Initial of Christ
Into the New World , we have quoted there,
& pray we avoid this, let me echoe heere
this Greco-Roman love, for shame, it blushd
its purple head & then became an olive,
O oil of the fruit of the tree in the garden
I sang befor, in ballad sing-song, saying
my mouth is open, & I am waiting, like
that waif La Belle Dam sans Merci—
who mindeth me of Opeth & a bridge,
dark water: ways & wells, & fluting fountains,
arches, under wich go folk forlorn
in misty loss, as in Lothlorien
where Beren went & barefoot Luthien,
in mirky woodes by melancholy meres—
who tarryeth long & no birds sing.
- 12.17-18.13
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