Tuesday, November 10, 2009







Ghoti.


''Perhaps it is the language that chooses the writers it needs, making use of them so that each might express a tiny part of what it is. Once language has said all it has to say and falls silent, I wonder how we will go on living.' --José Saramago, The Year of the Death of Ricardo Reis (1984; tr G Pontiero 1992)


    "Guitar Solos that Changed the World"

Forge the athanor, blind tiger;
tiger despair to disembark
among elliptical plates of standing water
jingling hauberk.

Ichthyosaurian blockade
drain, a brindled standing quirk
pools Darjeeling-led ordalic slider
goaf and pitchfork.


'The book of resemblances remainms to be written.'
--Jabès

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