Sunday, January 31, 2010

Where's the final stopover for unfinished poems?

Abandoned lines. Torn/discarded. Lost in files. Journals never re-read are language crypts. Consider: can a fragment be a poem? On this, Sappho has an opinion.

What to serve? Tapas, a meal in fragments. Try: garlicky olives; selection of non-wimpy cheeses; sautéed mushrooms; white beans & tuna w/marjoram; marinated figs; garlic shrimp; a spread of chickpeas, roasted beets, olive oil, garlic. Of course, If Not, Winter: Fragments of Sappho (Anne Carson, trans.).

1 comment:

  1. Call off the hounds you've got running
    'round the enclosures of the past
    Anyway the holes are falling
    parasols open to the sweaty air


    torn little socks and dresses


    farmyard which never stole away


    Did I ask her about