Dear Alan,
What I like about the poem below is that speaks to what I'm doing right now
which is generating words--
So much of my life is generating words or tumbling in the words of others
-- and out of (or within) all these words
is another layer of meaning that seems to exist apart from
Poets call for improved marveling. Too many words left unregistered.
More lilting could do trick.
Exotic dancers cite location as imperative. Their sitting replaces
words. Words aren't properly situated. Time now to react.
Later agitation occurs with revelation of loss. Nobody meant to mean
The poem, listed on the Registry of Poems as “Poem”, grew nothing,
stayed there.
Alien mixtures of hydrocarbons, dimity and sand. Piles of wordplay
scored from prehistoric rocking. Stood upon the heads of greatness and
crushed. Trapped in a topic sentence with stellar warmth diminishing.
An
(apologies for cross-posting)
CREPUSCLE and WAREQUIEM, 2007
Alan Sondheim, Foofwa d'Imobilite, Azure Carter
at Millennium Film
66 East 4th Street
New York City
Saturday March 10th at 8:00
Telephone 212-673-0090 for more information.
"Since 1983 the amazingly prolific Alan Sondheim has ap