Catch other’s words

Reading quickly leads to writing sitting at this desk strewn with words, paper, and this gleaming screen. The following are lines taken from Jack Kerouac’s Scattered Poems, T.S. Eliot’s Wasteland, Anne Carson’s Sappho, Juan Felipe Herrera’s Every Day We Get More Illegal and Ezra Pound’s Selected Letters. There are a few lines of my own as well glueing things together. There is no certain connection between all of these poets, but these were the books I pulled from my shelf today to read and begin my writing from.

“Poetry, it seems to me…comes from both intellect and intuition. One doesn’t separate oneself out. It’s not either/or; it’s both/and again.” - Lucille Clifton, from Angles of Ascent

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The chair she sat in, like a burnished throne

dashed hard, cut of sensuousness passion

still here in half-light—to deal out the day

what is left of a man and his pride, but bones

sleep in the grass behind the bench

away from the arches built for photos

Rimbaud’s return to his mother

manifesto of the deranged seer

smell without attraction

for you know only a heap of broken images

where imagination duplicates

we will greet each other once again.