Last night at work I walked about with a limp, bent almost double in pain. It is curious, pain simply is. It takes over our bodies much the same way the shamans of the far North allow spirits into theirs; an overwhelming experience where the ego is driven away, where there is nothing […]
I was reading a Spring 2003 issue of the Scandinavian Review and there was an article on the Swedish poet Göran Sonnevi’s1 book length poem Mozarts Tredje Hjärna or Mozart’s Third Brain (pages 63 - 68). It had been translated by Rika Lesser,2 but apparently the book has yet to make an appearance on […]
I.
How do you find yourself in ghost stories?
Unwelcome love, the sea eats the milk-pearls
you placed on your breasts. Gobbles your gypsies’
sea-skirt; your shark-tooth necklace; your blue swirls
tattooed on your back. It chews it up, hurls
about, lets you tremble. Unwelcome love,
you are a ghost to me take your sea-girl’s
skin out upon the waves, sing, […]
When is too much too much? How long should a story go until the audience cries “enough!” and stomps their feet? Wagner never knew when to stop and so most people find his long, dull bits long … and dull. Wagner!The opera you hate most,/ the worst music ever invented, Philip Levine cries […]
I.
Press your mouth up to mine. These words displease
but its all we got. I am salt, blue mists
covering dune grass. Dunes are the junkie’s
eyelashes. You are drunk. Our kiss consists
of your tongue in my mouth. Fat tongue that twists
in the wet air. Your mouth is a squandered
coast, a […]