"riding the rodeo clown"
boxcar for cash box
in the blueblack Casbah
jingle barbed wire jib
jabs futurecast suture
bore hole is boxcar
"Sonette an Orpheus, II. 29
Quiet friend of farflung furlongs, feel
how more & more your breathing swells the room.
Among the rafters of the gloomy belfry
let yourself toll. What takes its life from you
gathers to a greatness over this repast.
Embrace the transmutation,--there & back.
What's your most excruciating practice?
Does drinking twist your face? Turn into wine.
Be, tonight, out of overplus,
wizardry at your senses' intersecting;
of their weird conjunction make the sense.
Then, when all the homely round forgets,
to the sempiternal earth declare: I run.
To the rushing waters answer: I remain."
--Rainer Maria Rilke (my tr, 1987)
This Bird Looks in all Four Directions.
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