Sunday, December 22, 2013

Listening at the Monteleone iv: McClatchy en passant

  The poet, J.D. McClatchy,
  gives pictures which, one
  could say, are blasphemed
  by illustration. At best,
  corrupted. But we know as
  many students of pictures
  who believe they can hear
  them. McClatchy writes to
  be audited by every sense.
  He was here for our first


       .. Angels in his veins
  Weep for their empty sabbath
  and loot his sorrows.
  Stalls in the Market of  
  Silence open next door ..

J.D. McClatchy
Hazmat: Poems
    Rimbaud dying
Knopf, 2004©

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