Barn door plank. Keene, NY.
March 26, 2020.
[Saturating in William Carlos Williams, Carl Rakosi,
zen and zen poets of yore - imagists galore - these
efforts in remote mountains upstate New York 2020]
'But if it ends
the start is begun' - William Carlos Williams *1
the fragility of the web
infused
penetrates spaces *2
the start is begun' - William Carlos Williams *1
the fragility of the web
infused
penetrates spaces *2
1
to engage a spider
where
once were roses
becomes a geometry which
indeed
a spider is
its shape, that is, a
spider
at web's edge,
waits
or is it
2
Newly dead
I swore you
to a would-be
cloud
bore you to the lowest boulder
I, too, soon to be shroud
you lived silent enough to be
ignored
so passing, yours,
calls attention
well deserved
pity or verse?
both in one?
the Worst
to engage a spider
where
once were roses
becomes a geometry which
indeed
a spider is
its shape, that is, a
spider
at web's edge,
waits
or is it
2
Newly dead
I swore you
to a would-be
cloud
bore you to the lowest boulder
I, too, soon to be shroud
you lived silent enough to be
ignored
so passing, yours,
calls attention
well deserved
pity or verse?
both in one?
the Worst
3
bidden, it bore
not a grave
but a door
where is no need to knock
its life grokked
it is no longer
there's no mock in
it tho
as it was and now is
all that is not
never
was its business
but its was only to
obey
That which bade
spider
poet
maker
it made
not a grave
but a door
where is no need to knock
its life grokked
it is no longer
there's no mock in
it tho
as it was and now is
all that is not
never
was its business
but its was only to
obey
That which bade
spider
poet
maker
it made
all praise to the Bidder
4
Reading William Carlos Williams "Spring and All "
- these efforts/echoes made
Requiem
the tactility of the spider
bemused
concentrates skies *2
bemused
concentrates skies *2
a web
it
was
there strung
and
purled
pearled between limbs
beneath trunks amid
fiddle ferns spun
between brittle sticks
there mute legs
somehow click
tho no ear hears
but
trembles
feels
which are ways
of knowing
but work they
unwinding
beneath faint stray leaves
each strand somehow
sticks
echoes catching where
spider
tufts sough
a
brief
webbed kingdom
such sleights
do filaments trace
alone with the Alone
it
was
there strung
and
purled
pearled between limbs
beneath trunks amid
fiddle ferns spun
between brittle sticks
there mute legs
somehow click
tho no ear hears
but
trembles
feels
which are ways
of knowing
but work they
unwinding
beneath faint stray leaves
each strand somehow
sticks
echoes catching where
spider
tufts sough
a
brief
webbed kingdom
such sleights
do filaments trace
alone with the Alone
***
*1 early lines by W. C. Williams in his book Spring and All
*2 & *3 are riffs on lines by Williams from Spring and All
Decades past, an uncleaned mirror in an
abandoned barn. Vague me a few
weeks into covid exile in Keene, NY,
March 26, 2020
