7.08.2019

let me orchestrate a pantomime




NUT-BRIDGE

Epileptic Dante struggling like a trapped ant
in his centaur-world
in medias res, Gould –
in RI, for example (not so pleasant).

& nothing gets better in Minneapolis
immediately, automatically
or even slowly, gradually
& verbiage without chasteness

is only noise, eh.  We all agree, eh?
IGNIS NATURA RENOVATUR INTEGRA
fire renews nature as a
whole – spiritual telos of poetry...

So let me orchestrate a pantomime
rooted in that ancient flame
proceeding from a paradigm
of our immaculate Ariadne-dame;

the shoreline seething with desire
under a summer moon again,
& memory of lambent pain
(Ocean’s infinite suspire).

As when Hart’s Hobo settles down
at last... rolls on to sea
& stubborn ghost of MLK
becomes triform Medusa-Charon

only to deliver newborns (on
St. Christopher’s Day).
Naked Nut-bridge, say –
or eye-in-hand (almonds in Mendelssohn).

7.7.19

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