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
    please

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    torn little socks and dresses

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    farmyard which never stole away

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    Did I ask her about

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