tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-293722732024-03-07T05:55:51.239-03:00Z O N EINTERNATIONAL JOURNAL OF POEMS AND PROSEUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger128125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29372273.post-87159409666101336582012-05-15T16:34:00.000-03:002012-05-15T16:35:48.725-03:00Carlos Fuentes<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="text-align: left;">11 November 1928 – 15 May 2002 </span>
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<br/><div class="blogger-post-footer">Zone is the web-site of Buenos Aires based Zone Magazine, a print journal dedicated to printing experimental global poetry, fiction and drama. We welcome submissions in any language. Our editorial address is zonemag@gmail.com</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29372273.post-9222853193267830492012-03-28T16:43:00.000-03:002012-05-15T16:49:16.950-03:00Adrienne Rich<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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16 May 1929 - 27 March 2012</div>
<br/><div class="blogger-post-footer">Zone is the web-site of Buenos Aires based Zone Magazine, a print journal dedicated to printing experimental global poetry, fiction and drama. We welcome submissions in any language. Our editorial address is zonemag@gmail.com</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29372273.post-49006385733260207482011-06-09T16:17:00.001-03:002011-06-09T16:18:32.966-03:00Gil Scott-Heron<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody>
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</tbody></table><div class="blogger-post-footer">Zone is the web-site of Buenos Aires based Zone Magazine, a print journal dedicated to printing experimental global poetry, fiction and drama. We welcome submissions in any language. Our editorial address is zonemag@gmail.com</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29372273.post-22030504943064682602011-05-01T19:46:00.000-03:002011-05-03T19:50:58.317-03:00Ernesto Sabato<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">24 June 1911 – 30 April 2011</span></td></tr>
</tbody></table><div class="blogger-post-footer">Zone is the web-site of Buenos Aires based Zone Magazine, a print journal dedicated to printing experimental global poetry, fiction and drama. We welcome submissions in any language. Our editorial address is zonemag@gmail.com</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29372273.post-70085763232686573432011-04-25T21:44:00.000-03:002011-04-27T21:54:34.853-03:00Gonzalo Rojas<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">20 December 1917 – 25 April 2011</span></td></tr>
</tbody></table><div class="blogger-post-footer">Zone is the web-site of Buenos Aires based Zone Magazine, a print journal dedicated to printing experimental global poetry, fiction and drama. We welcome submissions in any language. Our editorial address is zonemag@gmail.com</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29372273.post-10978576036552982522011-01-18T19:12:00.006-03:002011-01-18T19:29:11.896-03:00Five Poems From Andrea Kato<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span> Mexico Is Underwater</b><br />
<br />
We told you we'd make you brown rice<br />
toast with a single green olive while you <br />
sat outside a Burger King, on those <br />
<br />
disgusting plastic chairs. You also <br />
asked for hot sake. We forgot <br />
both, I'm sorry. You played a game<br />
<br />
with pomegranate seeds because<br />
you had no dimes. They looked<br />
like rubies before they broke.<br />
<br />
Half underwater, I began <br />
reading a green folder <br />
with a secret message from<br />
<br />
Mexico. He wrote that when<br />
his enemy entered the room,<br />
his particles blended with <br />
<br />
those of his bed, and then the<br />
floorboards, and then hell.<br />
The tree in the picture<br />
<br />
frame above the bed turned<br />
orange, and caught fire.<br />
I am always so jealous. I<br />
<br />
knock at your door a bunch<br />
of times, and no one answers.<br />
I open the door and see half-<br />
<br />
empty yellow beer bottles on<br />
the table, and a broken wine <br />
glass in the sink. The television<br />
<br />
is on. I think it's Jeopardy! or <br />
the nightly news. I assume you<br />
are not home, but then I find you<br />
<br />
in the back room on the computer,<br />
and I notice a bowl full of chewed<br />
gum stuck back in the wrappers,<br />
<br />
making little balls. I had no idea<br />
you chewed so much gum! and <br />
wondered if there was something<br />
<br />
worrying you. In horror, I watch<br />
my mother tumble down the stairs.<br />
You try to tell me about an under<br />
<br />
water city that is slowly being forgot<br />
ten, and how tragic it all is and I say<br />
the preservation of history is like<br />
<br />
wine, and I wish you would shut up.<br />
<br />
<br />
<b>And Anathema</b><br />
<br />
1<br />
You call me a 'Capitalist'<br />
and I say - <br />
<br />
What do you mean, you <br />
beautiful, beautiful thing?<br />
<br />
<br />
I say - <br />
<br />
I want to see you <br />
bleeding & broken<br />
in my bathtub again<br />
<br />
like the last time I loved you.<br />
<br />
I want to knock on your locked door<br />
again<br />
and ask you if you are still alive.<br />
<br />
<br />
I say - <br />
<br />
Do you want me to leave.<br />
<br />
You blow bubbles underwater <br />
and cut your perfect wrists.<br />
<br />
<br />
I ask god if he can look through<br />
the walls for me and tell me what<br />
color the water is. Please, <br />
<br />
I need to know this. <br />
She is already an angel,<br />
he tells me.<br />
<br />
<br />
I wonder about the asbestos <br />
under your sink, and if you<br />
will ever see me standing<br />
naked on your green rug and<br />
if we will ever wake up to<br />
the light coming through<br />
your cloud curtains.<br />
<br />
But mostly I wonder if you <br />
will need to stop loving me.<br />
<br />
2<br />
My head throbs <br />
and I dream.<br />
<br />
My temples pound<br />
like church bells<br />
and I dream.<br />
<br />
You tell me you are glad that<br />
they did not pull out your teeth.<br />
<br />
I am feeling it all over again.<br />
When they stuck needles in my gums<br />
and pulled them out. Afterwards,<br />
I would sit in the grass in the sun,<br />
and leave my mouth open to let the <br />
sunlight<br />
into my throat because I refused to <br />
take antibiotics. I would administer<br />
drops of green rotting meat to my<br />
swollen mouth<br />
and refuse to take even one tylenol.<br />
<br />
I gave you a bottle of painkillers.<br />
I gave you a bottle of painkillers.<br />
<br />
3<br />
I hear you in the mornings.<br />
I hear you eating plastic.<br />
I hear you eating cranberries and watermelon.<br />
I hear you eating white & yellow<br />
eggs &<br />
green apples.<br />
<br />
I groan and tell you to shut up.<br />
<br />
4<br />
I drink from a bottle of <br />
your mother's gin from your<br />
pajama drawer <br />
and hate it.<br />
<br />
I start crying uncontrollably<br />
in your tree-branch arms<br />
and tell you how lonely I am.<br />
<br />
I never-ever wanted to leave your arms.<br />
<br />
But you are rooted because you are a tree,<br />
and I am not.<br />
<br />
<br />
<b>The Starbucks Poem</b><br />
<br />
I am at a Starbucks. This Starbucks is downtown. This Starbucks is downtown and is located on Third and Santa Clara. This Starbucks is full of fat Mexicans, businessmen, and a few crazy fucks.<br />
<br />
This Starbucks is where I live. This Starbucks has a good selection of tea. This Starbucks is a little cold.<br />
<br />
This Starbucks has a code to its bathrooms. The code is 191415. This Starbucks has only one cute guy working here, and he is never working.<br />
<br />
This Starbucks is a busy one, and there is a woman who might be pre-menstrual at the table in front of me. She is shopping for clothes online. I would be too embarrassed to shop for clothes online in public. In fact, I would be too embarrassed to shop for clothes online in front of myself. I would have to get myself drunk to do it probably.<br />
<br />
I am watching a young white man and a young black woman on what appears to be a first date. I feel like I am watching some cheesy eHarmony commercial. Their names are Natalia and Lawrence. Natalia and Lawrence are fairly attractive, but boring people. I think Natalia and Lawrence will be very happy together. I think Natalia and Lawrence will have great sex. I think Natalia and Lawrence will eventually have one half-black daughter who has an inexplicable amount of self-esteem, probably just because she is half-black.<br />
<br />
I am avoiding looking up from “Nutrition and Physical Degeneration” by Weston A. Price, who was a dentist, because there is a crazy fat guy who keeps talking to the customers, including himself. I am watching him apparently think he is a really funny guy. I am watching him jiggle in his striped polo t-shirt eating two opened bags of caramel-covered popcorn and drinking just ice-water.<br />
<br />
I am avoiding him and putting on my mean Asian face,<br />
in case I mess up in avoiding him.<br />
<br />
I am glad that the fat black man left, and also glad that the Nigerian man, who looks more like an Egyptian or Moroccan man, and who made an almost inappropriate comment about my physical attractiveness did not make any further attempt to “get to know me”.<br />
<br />
The Nigerian man comes inside, introduces himself, sits down across from me, and further attempts to “get to know me”. I am unwillingly smelling his armpits. I am unwillingly noticing that he probably has not brushed his teeth in a few weeks. They are caked in gunk. I am grossed out. I am trying to turn him off by telling him about the exciting dietary studies and adventures of Weston Price, the super dentist.<br />
<br />
I am watching myself watching him ramble and ramble the fuck on about life and positivity and the mind and negativity and living in the now and how to be happy, which is stuff I already know about. I am watching myself realize he is crazy. I am watching myself stop smiling. I am watching myself not respond. I am watching myself subtly say: I am not interested, now please get out of my face so I can read my book.<br />
<br />
I am having a competition with the man with the paperwork, and the old Asian man with the cell phone that rings too loudly probably because he is going deaf, and the woman on the laptop, and all the employees. I am beating their asses at who can stay at Starbucks the longest. I am beating their asses at who can write the best Starbucks poem. I am beating their asses at life.<br />
<br />
<br />
<b>Death</b><br />
<br />
You are talking to me<br />
like I am a dead person.<br />
It makes me feel strange,<br />
and inoperable.<br />
<br />
When you pull apart<br />
my incised skin<br />
pluck out my ribs<br />
like fruit<br />
you get too close <br />
to my heart.<br />
<br />
I get scared<br />
and bleed on you.<br />
<br />
The wind is blowing<br />
dust and exhaust<br />
straight through me.<br />
I sit here wondering<br />
what you would discuss<br />
with someone on<br />
their death bed.<br />
<br />
I want to blow smoke<br />
in your drunk face.<br />
I want to pull on your hair<br />
and get closer to your brain.<br />
I want no one else<br />
to have your love.<br />
It is too special to share.<br />
<br />
She has a devastating mouth.<br />
A light shines through your teeth.<br />
Your lace fingers weave over me<br />
at night, but I can't find your hands<br />
in the daylight. I feel dead and wasted<br />
like bloody flowers in a trash can.<br />
<br />
<br />
<b>Mixing Chemicals</b><br />
<br />
I am writing right here and there<br />
is a lightning bolt<br />
that I want to make<br />
into so many other shapes<br />
I want to take your arms<br />
and make them into a heart <br />
that wraps around my body as the sun<br />
crawls out of my stomach, drool falls onto<br />
your pillow.<br />
<br />
<br />
Andrea Jane Kato was born in the great state of California and was raised Buddhist by a gypsy-like artist mother (deceased) and a Japanese farmer who currently grows pineapples in Hawaii. She is a Capricorn, Dragon, INTJ, HSP, Atheist, singer/songwriter, abstract painter/artist, iPhone photographer who likes yoga, fasting, and smoking. She has been published in magazines such as <i>The Blue Jew Yorker, My Favorite Bullet, Ink Sweat & Tears, The Beat, Ditch, Pomegranate, ReadThis Magazine</i>, and <i>Alternativereel</i>.<div class="blogger-post-footer">Zone is the web-site of Buenos Aires based Zone Magazine, a print journal dedicated to printing experimental global poetry, fiction and drama. We welcome submissions in any language. Our editorial address is zonemag@gmail.com</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29372273.post-2799373961366970592010-09-29T19:32:00.002-03:002011-01-18T19:32:00.687-03:00Four Poems From Lâle Müldür<div style="background-color: transparent; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
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<div style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 20pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: -20pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">From </span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> The Cyclamen (Mary-Incense)</span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></span></div><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-style: normal; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-style: normal; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">IV</span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-style: normal; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“the apricot blossoms are blowing</span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">from east to west,</span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">i’ve tried to keep them from falling.”</span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">summer’s passed quickly with its tanbur lutes</span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">a raspberry rain is falling now</span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">grandfather’s sleeping inside</span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">in that wet raspberry land</span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">the elegy of the Virgins of Jerusalem begins.</span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">summer’s passed quickly with its downpours</span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">the woman’s still sleeping on her prayer rug</span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">she is a raspberry land now</span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">in her heart an angry and frightening</span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">song begins.</span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">did i want to return</span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">did i want to return</span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">to no you,</span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">to that pagan land</span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">to return with rock and roll records</span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">to return in Venetian outfits</span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">sassy and decadent</span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">to return to a bunch of boys who had waited for me</span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">CONTRA NATURA</span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">and to say “I, Lazarus</span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> <span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>have come from the land of the Dead</span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> <span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Forgive me”</span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">forgive me for the terrible things I’ve seen</span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> <span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>among you</span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">because i walked away from you with violets in my hand</span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> <span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>forgive me</span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">i want to join the Virgins of Jerusalem</span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">in that wet raspberry land</span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">i want to give birth to a son and</span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> <span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>and forget you.</span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">…</span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-style: normal; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">VI</span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Apprehensio-Melancholia!</span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Memorabilia! …</span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“the Angel wanted to remain a while longer …</span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">But the storm breaking out from Heaven</span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">catches his wings with such violence</span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">that he cannot close them again.”</span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">the angel of History,</span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">his face turned to the past,</span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">helpless in the storm,</span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">is dragged toward the future …</span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Like Eurydice</span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">attaining an identical new maidenhood,</span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">untouchable.</span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“And suddenly,</span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">taking the god’s hand, uttering</span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">with a painful scream these words: ‘Looked back!’—</span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">not understanding something, softly said, ‘Who?’</span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-style: normal; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">VII</span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">irhâç: the light on the brows of the grandfathers (the blush)<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">a watchword written</span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">on the brows of Mary’s grandfathers: MHMD</span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">They are a race that come from one another!</span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Mary’s pearl birth</span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">The oyster, it is said, at times rises to the surface</span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">to draw the rain into itself like a heavenly seed</span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Pearl, it is said, is good for melancholy</span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Unperforated, virgin pearls …</span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-style: normal; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">VIII</span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Maryam al-Basri</span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">was in the service of Rabia al-Adawiyya:</span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Whenever she heard knowledge of the love of God</span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">she would faint</span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">In a session of dhikr (the remembrance of God)</span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">she died suddenly of love …</span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">God has servants who are like rain,</span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Falling on earth they become corn, falling on the sea, pearls.</span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-style: normal; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">IX</span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">the universe is a compound of four elements.</span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">whichever you choose you’re nipped in the bud.</span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Rose: burns in fire</span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> <span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>withers without water</span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> <span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>suffocates in airlessness</span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> <span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>freezes in marble.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-style: normal; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">From </span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“The Divan of the Dictionarie of the Turk”</span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-style: normal; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span><br />
<div style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-right: 1pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-right: 1pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Shaman! “your secrets, who will ex-</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-right: 1pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">pound them to the crowds?” a message</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-right: 1pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">goes out from your head, that you stay</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-right: 1pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">in your forest place. who could you</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-right: 1pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">love? even for just a while, who will</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-right: 1pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">you love? the Shaman spirit waits for</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-right: 1pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">the founding of “our own city,” open</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-right: 1pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">to dangerous winds. among the Turks</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-right: 1pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">at the entrance of the year of the croc-</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-right: 1pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">odile, much rain falls and in the cycle</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-right: 1pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">of years remains an unforgettable</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-right: 1pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">memento. a pearl there caught in a</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-right: 1pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">spider’s web, your secret, who will</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-right: 1pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">expound it to the crowds?</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 99pt; margin-right: 1pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span></div><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span><br />
<div style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-right: 1pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">the woman was trying to be nothing. names</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-right: 1pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">they shouted her. the woman became a</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-right: 1pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">sensitive flower. she made her escape. her</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-right: 1pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">housepole she set up herself. she became a</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-right: 1pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">sensitive flower.</span></div><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> <span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>“My foot was caught in the snare, not seeing</span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> <span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>the secret snare, I suffered thus</span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> <span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>long sickness. Be the remedy my beloved.”</span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">waterjug was chilled under the star Bakırsokum</span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">(copperbite). skin of wild rabbit could be made</span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">into raincoat and the Sword Xan observed it.</span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">he made himself secret, from everyone. they said</span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“This man drives his horse, always to the fore”</span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">but like that very Woman he was trying to be</span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">nothing. “thirst-making sun was overcast;</span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">hoped-for friend made jealousy.” he pulled down</span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">his tentpole. observing nothing he made his</span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">exit.</span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">among the Turks the highest jumper becomes</span><br />
<div style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-right: 1pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">king. he has two wives, one the daughter of the</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-right: 1pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">summer, the other of the winter god. the first of</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-right: 1pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">the children changes into a white stork. and</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-right: 1pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">there are Turkish forefathers who have slept</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-right: 1pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">with a sea goddess, ones sprung from wolves as</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-right: 1pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">well. to spring from she-deer and he-wolf is also</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-right: 1pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">seen among the Mongols. the Genghis line</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-right: 1pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">springs from the marriage of Börte Chino</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-right: 1pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">(göksel heavenly wolf) and Qo Maral (she-</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-right: 1pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">deer). the wolf is blue, the deer is dark. on the</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-right: 1pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">barren steppe the legends are counted true. </span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-right: 81pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-right: 1pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-right: 1pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">prince of hearth and fire …</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-right: 1pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">in the Book of Dede Korkut to say “annihilate</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-right: 1pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">your clan and kin” they say “extinguish</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-right: 1pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">your hearth.” while in the north of Mongolia</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-right: 1pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">fire is deemed female and its priest</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-right: 1pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">is a woman, in the south fire is male</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-right: 1pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">and its priest is a man.</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-right: 1pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-right: 1pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-right: 1pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“The thirteenth tribe” … the Khazars</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-right: 1pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">… double kingship … religions are</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-right: 1pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">debated. jews come from Baghdad and</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-right: 1pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Byzantium to Khazar. Khanate is</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-right: 1pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">established. Gabriel becomes first</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-right: 1pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">khan. shamanist before, the reason the</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-right: 1pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Khazar khan accepts judaism is this:</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-right: 1pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">because all religions to come after</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-right: 1pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">judaism accept it. German jewish</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-right: 1pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">traveler Petachia, Rabbi of Ratisbon,</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-right: 1pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">who in 12th century passed through</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-right: 1pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Khazar land, finds jewish Khazars</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-right: 1pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">primitive and says his ears heard</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-right: 1pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">always “wailing of woman and howl-</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-right: 1pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">ing of dog” in his journey of eight days</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-right: 1pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">in Khazar land … wailing of woman</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-right: 1pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">… howling of dog …</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-right: 1pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: italic; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></span></div><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-style: normal; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">The Melodies of Forest and Light</span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span></span><br />
<div style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-style: italic; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">to Ömer</span></div><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">For it is written of them, they will not believe</span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> <span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>even a voice from out of the grave</span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“I, Lazarus, have come from the dead.”</span><br />
<div style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Transfiguration!</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">The Holy Prophets Adam, Noah, Abraham, and Jesus</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">As a race that comes from one another!</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Those who did not see Elijah in John the Baptist</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">How could they ever see Muhammed, Moses, Jesus, each Holy Prophet,</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">A wretch whose every journey begins from the desert</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">One who suffers, one who is always about to be killed!</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Pitiful human being!</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Who does not hear the melodies of forest and light</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Whose eyes are veiled by arrogance </span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Who mutters delusions of infinity</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-style: italic; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Who builds castles and houses,</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-style: italic; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> <span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>as though to dwell there to infinity</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Even the disciples</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Wanting to build a tabernacle of leaves</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">For Moses, Elijah, and Jesus</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">meeting on the mountaintop</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">They were nothing but uncomprehending servants</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span></div><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">O those who take themselves seriously!</span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Integrals of arrogance!</span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">For it is written, they will not</span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">believe even a voice from out of the grave</span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“I, Lazarus, have come from the dead”</span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">And the disciples saw</span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> <span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Jesus turn to light</span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">His garments transfigure in a weird whiteness.</span><br />
<div style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Jezebel’s hatred and Elijah</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Herodias’ hatred and John</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">The Jews’ hatred and Jesus</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Prophets!</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Rough drafts of one another!</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Melodies of forest and light!</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Behold a swan,</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> For you,</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> <span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Splitting into particles of light!</span></div><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-style: normal; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">From </span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">A Solar Regression</span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-style: normal; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-style: normal; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">II</span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-style: normal; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">because melancholy should just breathe in and out in silence</span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">and i should be dressed in white like a tree of ice</span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">now get out,</span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">hope, suggestive whore</span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> <span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>NOLI ME TANGERE</span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">i made a tree of my body</span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">no one can touch me again</span><br />
<div style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 32pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">mimosa pudica</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 32pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">wound that remains beautiful</span></div><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">dark and hopeless the trees are demigods</span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">where countless voices and dark green death take shelter</span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">you killed the living things</span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">like a light emitted by pansies</span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">i only broke the branch of a mourning plant</span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">and made a tree of my body</span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">a tree that takes breath in Silurian seas</span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> <span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>NOLI ME TANGERE</span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">i forget my body</span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> <span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>and a tree forgets its motion</span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">i forget that i have lived</span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> <span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>and the sea forgets its anemones</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Translated by Donny Smith</span></div><div style="background-color: transparent; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Widely considered one of the most important contemporary Turkish poets writing today, Lâle Müldür is the author of ten books of poetry, including </span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: italic; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Ultra-zone'da Ultrason </span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">(2006), which was awarded the Altın Portakal Poetry Award. Two collections of English translations of her poems have been published: </span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: italic; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Water Music</span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> (Dublin 1998) and </span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: italic; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">I Too Went to the Hunt of the Deer</span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> (Istanbul 2008). A volume of Müldür’s poems in French translations </span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: italic; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Ainsi parle la fille de pluie</span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> (Istanbul 2002) has also appeared. </span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Donny Smith teaches at a high school in Istanbul. His collection of Lâle Müldür translations, </span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: italic; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">I Too Went to the Hunt of a Deer,</span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> was published in 2008. His own collection of poetry, </span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: italic; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Was Gone and Has Gone and Was Gone, </span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">also appeared in 2008. His translations of Wenceslao Maldonado’s </span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: italic; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Si cortarle la cabeza a la Gorgona</span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> and Cemal Süreya's </span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: italic; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Üvercinka</span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> are</span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: italic; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">to be published soon.</span></span><br />
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</span> </span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">Zone is the web-site of Buenos Aires based Zone Magazine, a print journal dedicated to printing experimental global poetry, fiction and drama. We welcome submissions in any language. Our editorial address is zonemag@gmail.com</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29372273.post-88814725502746764432010-09-23T18:33:00.001-03:002010-09-23T18:36:42.581-03:00Four Poems From Dawn Corrigan<div style="background-color: transparent; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span id="internal-source-marker_0.16413232148624957" style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Sailing from Troy</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> </span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">The next morning Cassandra was brought to the ship.</span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">She’d told our people not to take the horse—</span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">though it was futile, she could not stop</span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">herself from trying to warn them. Of course</span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">she was ignored. She turned away to miss</span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">what she had already spoken out loud:</span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">the serpent wrapping Laocoön like a shroud,</span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> </span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">its barnacled skin the fluid bark</span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">of a tree. It moved relentlessly</span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">to the prophet and his sons, the way a shark</span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">finds a shipwreck, and ate them with glee.</span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">The dumbstruck Trojans suffered loss of memory</span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">as they always did when one of Cassandra’s</span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">prophecies, before their eyes, came to pass.</span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> </span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">But I’m surprised she left. I would have wanted</span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">to see the monster, though not the slaughter</span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">that followed, everyone killed but a few painted</span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">boys and girls, and the king’s daughter,</span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">who would have been raped by a soldier</span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">but he was stopped by Agamemnon,</span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">the triumphant chief, who claimed her as his own.</span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> </span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">On the voyage Cassandra assured me</span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">she would not live one day in Greece:</span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: italic; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Iphigenia’s avengers will not spare me.</span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I didn't believe her, as perhaps you might guess,</span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">teasing her, even: </span></span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: italic; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Death shouldn’t scare a priestess.</span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I thought no one would harm Agamemnon.</span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">But I was wrong. The fleet was scattered by Poseidon,</span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> </span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">and envoys have just brought word on Cassandra.</span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Diomedes thinks war is threatening</span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">against the murderous Clytemnestra,</span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">but Cassandra’s words as we were sailing</span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">away from Troy, as she clutched the ship’s railing,</span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">were </span></span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: italic; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">No revenge</span></span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">, pointing toward the cabin</span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">where Helen lay with Menelaus again.</span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> </span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> </span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Naked and Playing the Harp</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> </span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">They are unknown to me, tears and laughter,</span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">as the history of man is, strewn with shards,</span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> </span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">a string of beads heaped upon the bureau</span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">blinking scarlet, turquoise, marigold.</span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> </span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">The brutal singer, seeking work, fleeing work,</span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">knows a song adorned with a name lasts longer,</span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> </span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">sings of Odysseus, who thought of Penelope</span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">though he slept soundly beside Calypso.</span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> </span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">She has a violent relation with the moon.</span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">She says, Let me say nothing of the moon.</span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> </span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Let me speak instead of the hungers</span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">of bodies, those machines</span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> </span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">that invent things delicious and repulsive</span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">and reproduce in a clap of laughter.</span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> </span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> </span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Pyrrha Remembers the Ages</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> </span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Chaos begat Night and Erebus</span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">who together produced Love</span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">who in turn begat Light and Day</span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">who begat Gaia and Ouranos</span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">who begat the Cyclops and Titans,</span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Prometheus among them and his brother</span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Epimetheus who, with Pandora,</span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">begat me. </span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> At first earth and air and sea</span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">were all one thing, the earth not solid,</span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">sea not fluid, air not transparent yet.</span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">In that undifferentiated world</span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">all creatures kept their heads bent toward the earth</span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">except for man, who dared to raise his eyes</span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">toward heaven and the sun.</span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> </span><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">But Jupiter</span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">felt that gaze like fire; it burned him</span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">all over, so in return he took some dust</span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">and from it made revenge, which took the guise</span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">of woman: Pandora, earth's first mother.</span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Upon her Venus bestowed passion,</span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Apollo music, Mercury persuasion,</span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">but no one knows whose gift was curiosity.</span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Epimetheus saw her and called her his own</span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">and that occasion was the start of history.</span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> </span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Through each ensuing age--the Golden,</span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Silver, Bronze and Brass--the gods diluted man,</span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">but with each his malice only increased.</span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">So they took the road that weaves across</span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">the sky at night, the road to the palace</span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">of the gods' king.</span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> </span><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">As one they approached</span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">and called to him, and asked what should be done</span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">with man, who ever bathed the earth in blood.</span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Jupiter said the experiment had failed.</span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">It was time to work the mud and try again.</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> </span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Pyrrha Remembers the Flood</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> </span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Then all was sea. The wolf swam with the sheep,</span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">the fishes moved among the tops of trees</span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">and weary birds gave up and plunged to water.</span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> </span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Deucalion and I, warned by his father,</span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">were sealed inside our casket, where I lay</span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">on him until we landed on Parnassus.</span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> </span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Zeus spared us because we had been harmless.</span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">We threw some stones and made the new race,</span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">a hard people who, like us, are virtuous</span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> </span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">if only they can say: My life is harmless.</span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">At last, when none of them objects to wrong</span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">or feels some shame, Zeus will destroy them.</span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> </span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Meanwhile, my uncle, who arranged for men</span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">to keep the good meat for themselves, lies chained,</span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">tortured for his generous mistake.</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Dawn Corrigan has published poetry, fiction and nonfiction in a number of print and online journals, most recently</span></span><a href="http://www.prickofthespindle.com/nonfiction/4.3/corrigan/steve.htm"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: #0000cc; font-style: italic; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: underline; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> Prick of the Spindle</span></span></a><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">. She's an associate editor at </span></span><a href="http://girlswithinsurance.com/"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: #0000cc; font-style: italic; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: underline; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Girls with Insurance</span></span></a><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">.</span></span></div><div style="background-color: transparent; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br />
</span></span> </span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">Zone is the web-site of Buenos Aires based Zone Magazine, a print journal dedicated to printing experimental global poetry, fiction and drama. We welcome submissions in any language. Our editorial address is zonemag@gmail.com</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29372273.post-89361495337368083322010-06-29T18:43:00.007-03:002010-06-29T19:31:21.604-03:00Seven Poems From Sundin Richards<span style="font-weight:bold;">The Helper Years</span><br /><br />Be<br />wildered<br />by loco<br />motives<br />the little<br />town fumes<br />in a cradle<br /><br />It’s the sound<br />noticed first<br />full reassuring<br />threat on skin<br /><br />         blooms into a<br />         love of animals<br />         and small things<br />         under wheels<br /><br />Ghetto in the eye<br />blink of nowhere<br />the bow<br />the rifle<br />the shitpile<br />and the dog<br /><br />         The Royal Order<br />         of the Queen’s<br />         guts is given<br />         braving spiders<br /><br />And if this aint<br />the end of the world<br />you sure can see it<br />from here<br /><br />Firedamp is feared<br />up and down the line<br />and are those your teeth<br />over there?<br /><br />         Even for us that’s<br />         a lot of mountain<br /><br />Sugar from plastic<br />was goddamn grace<br />on credit<br /><br />Glow yon<br />searchlight<br />aimed at the library<br />or honkeytonk<br />counted as the<br />same well<br /><br />         Why punch the hero?<br />         The bucket drops in<br />         a gurgle night<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Teratologia</span><br /><br />Where is the smoke<br />filled room? I’ve got<br />my ticket somewhere.<br /><br />Here is this enough to<br />cover it? Sorry about<br />the curtains.<br /><br />How do you figure he<br />did that? I mean the<br />whole thing is torn.<br /><br />Can you believe this<br />rain? We’ll be trout<br />fishing on Main.<br /><br />I’m telling you now<br />ok? Plain as the<br />nose on your face.<br /><br />The thing looks like<br />ten miles of bad road<br />and smells worse.<br /><br />Let loose of it. Just put<br />it down and look at it<br />a second.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Away The Vapour Flew</span><br /><br />I have a background<br />in reality but I’m<br />willing to learn<br /><br />Shock of sleep<br />for sight<br /><br />I drop my brains<br />along the trail<br /><br />To find my<br />way home<br /><br />When light is<br />diversion enough<br /><br />Gems crowd<br />almagests<br /><br />And you’re a pretty<br />little thing<br /><br />What’s your<br />name<br /><br />When it’s drastic<br />everybody matters<br /><br />It’s always<br />drastic<br /><br />That you’re<br />a favorite<br /><br />In the deadening<br />reddening running night<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Train Smoke</span><br /><br />Guard it<br />like a one<br />armed convict<br /><br />Reset the<br />chemicals<br />to balderdash<br /><br />When the<br />climate<br />climbs<br /><br />To rest<br />no rest<br /><br />Champion<br />voodoo<br />among rocks<br /><br />The Good Humor<br />man got drafted<br /><br />Then it was<br />up to us<br /><br />Soaking the<br />organism in<br /><br />Snake oil<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Some Ease</span><br /><br />Picked up a<br />mournful thirst<br /><br />By the slap of<br />an Aldis lamp<br /><br />That we lose some<br />thing by proportion<br /><br />Clinging to ciphers<br />or a shared cup<br /><br />The engagement<br />is wholly local<br /><br />Penumbra pierced<br />straight away<br /><br />Seen behind<br />rocks<br /><br />Roll up<br />rightly<br /><br />The wagons<br />are uncircled<br /><br />So let’s<br />go<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;"><br />Mjollinar And Me</span><br /><br />Heroes remake<br />statures<br /><br />Even in<br />fated air<br /><br />But catch<br />it<br /><br />They’re always<br />deaf and dead<br /><br />Though you<br />shine<br /><br />I see the red<br />the forward<br /><br />And glow<br />on my eyes<br /><br />When open<br />when shut<br /><br />Sauce me<br />no sauce<br /><br />Oh embrasure<br />assure aesthesia<br /><br />The little<br />sickle moon<br /><br />Cut into<br />the face<br /><br />Of the<br />door<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Loving The Insane</span><br /><br />is a thing to do<br />after losing the<br />orders by Dillinger’s<br />Lake all at sunrise<br /><br />Falling snow girl gets<br />said but I think Mithras<br />with a dash of Hermes<br /><br />The cradle is cold at<br />ten thousand feet and<br />god I love your face<br />happy or otherwise<br /><br />Swill leads me<br />chaldean along but<br />combat interuptus<br />for the lights<br /><br />My head rings<br />from an accident and<br />hemorrhage-a-mundo says<br />the power plug<br /><br />Dictionaries are a story<br />are a window are a full<br />feathered secret<br /><br />Wolf cry you useless<br />glissando through rain<br />or a glow that looks red<br />but isn’t<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Serious Fun</span><br /><br />My brain<br />smooth as<br />an egg<br /><br />Walking<br />the shiner<br />off<br /><br />The last<br />of the morning<br />in green glass<br /><br />Fine fortunes<br />in the general<br />crack-up<br /><br />So a quota gets<br />filled and we’re off<br />to the Hesperides<br /><br />Filled with fun<br />by the very blade<br />of the sun<br /><br />I locate<br />sacrifice<br />by feel<br /><br />Pretty well<br />my anointed<br />splash splash<br /><br />The ultimate<br />slash letting<br />light in<br /><br />My creature<br />you just barely<br />got fed<br /><br />Thus you are my<br />personal interfer<br />on<br /><br />The first rule of<br />living is don’t<br />die<br /><br />The rest is play<br />and sport<br /><br />Sleeping in<br />ditches in<br />church clothes<br /><br />So it’s palin<br />genesis from<br />here on out<br /><br />I keep trading<br />cows for<br />magic beans<br /><br />And last<br />election I came<br />in dead first<br /><br /><br />Sundin Richards' poems have appeared in <span style="font-style:italic;">Sugar House Review</span>, <a href="http://girlswithinsurance.com/index.php/poetry/42-poetry/190-sr-0410-two">Girls With Insurance</a>, <span style="font-style:italic;">Colorado Review</span>, <span style="font-style:italic;">Interim</span>, <a href="http://zonefornone.blogspot.com/2010/01/new-poetry-from-sundin-richards.html">Zone</a>, <span style="font-style:italic;">Volt</span>, <a href="http://www.cricketonlinereview.com/vol1no2/">Cricket Online Review</a>, <a href="http://cshoe.blogspot.com/2009_01_01_archive.html">Concelebratory Shoehorn Review</a>, and <span style="font-style:italic;">Western Humanities Review</span>, where he took first place in the 1999 Utah Writers' Contest. <br /><br />Footage of him reading at the Cabaret Voltage reading series is available <a href="http://vimeo.com/9808291">here</a>. <a href="http://zonefornone.blogspot.com/2010/06/interview-with-sundin-richards.html">An interview</a> with Richards appeared earlier this month in <span style="font-style:italic;">Zone</span>. Richards' book, <span style="font-style:italic;">The Hurricane Lamp</span>, is forthcoming from ONLS Press. He lives in Salt Lake City.<div class="blogger-post-footer">Zone is the web-site of Buenos Aires based Zone Magazine, a print journal dedicated to printing experimental global poetry, fiction and drama. We welcome submissions in any language. Our editorial address is zonemag@gmail.com</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29372273.post-75375354414370887102010-06-23T14:22:00.016-03:002010-06-23T15:46:39.725-03:00An Interview With Sundin Richards<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIms2jQkSDLrl1XMn-E2jabyLO5VMAQBi_g9ldNFROvm4KqACMsyB7aN2o1HTCtZMTqey-theP_kSD0sdHo1mG1-JYqegawQGdqncp3HN7e-JKT4v9H_Jk3f8Qnhjp_3TUpXWs2Q/s1600/24799_1375934272738_1063278384_31077450_3611221_n.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 288px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIms2jQkSDLrl1XMn-E2jabyLO5VMAQBi_g9ldNFROvm4KqACMsyB7aN2o1HTCtZMTqey-theP_kSD0sdHo1mG1-JYqegawQGdqncp3HN7e-JKT4v9H_Jk3f8Qnhjp_3TUpXWs2Q/s400/24799_1375934272738_1063278384_31077450_3611221_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486039626527962946" /></a><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#990000;">Sundin Richards in San Francisco in 1993. Photo by Andrea Perkins.</span><br /><br /><div><br />Sundin Richards, whose poems appear in a special double-length feature celebrating Zone's fourth anniversary this month, sat down with Andrew Haley on June 17, 2010 in Salt Lake City. They discussed Richards' penchant for composing on typewriters, bar fights, railroad towns, Walt Whitman's pathological happiness, big shirts, Moby Dick and the poet's first name.<br /><br /><br />AH: What kind of a name is Sundin?<br /><br />SUNDIN RICHARDS: It’s a Swedish surname, but I’m not of Swedish derivation. I was born in the early ‘70’s, and my folks were hippies, so I suppose it was their way of being interesting. When I was little, I wanted to be called James T. Kirk, but then, who didn’t?<br /><br />AH: Where do you come from? How did you get here?<br /><br />SUNDIN RICHARDS: Those are some pretty loaded questions! I was raised in two small towns, here in the Mountain West, and would ride the train between them several times a year, by myself.<br /><br />First there was Helper, Utah, which is an old railroad town. It once was known as “The wickedest town in Utah.” Butch Cassidy robbed the bank there, and the last brothel closed in 1977. More saloons than churches, that sort of place. Then there was Glenwood Springs, Colorado, a lovely little mountain town where Doc Holladay died. There are two rivers that go through that place. I hitch-hiked from there to Salt Lake City in 1992.<br /><br />AH: You studied under Donald Revell. Did you learn more from the man or his poetry?<br /><br />SUNDIN RICHARDS: You know, both his poems as well as his own great self have been enormously instructive. I feel that I am a better person for having known Don. His example gives me a great deal of hope regarding the possibilities of the art, being an artist, and just plain old how to live in the world, and to care about doing so.<br /><br />AH: Spicer or O’Hara?<br /><br />SUNDIN RICHARDS: Huh. I’m a big fan of both, I must say. I find Spicer to be the more challenging poet, so the pleasure I get from reading him is more cerebral, I suppose, than that which I take from O’Hara. Obviously, I’d like very much to have a Coke with Frank.<br /><br />AH: Melville or Rimbaud?<br /><br />SUNDIN RICHARDS: Sure. Well, I try and read Moby Dick once a year, and mostly I manage to. It’s an American epic poem. I mean, what can I say that hasn’t already been said, and better, by others? It’s exhilarating and infuriating, divine and profane, visionary and boring. It’s a goddamn masterpiece. In fact, I probably should give this up right now, take up my copy, crawl inside a hollow log and read it! As for Rimbaud, well, just like a lot of folks, I had a steady diet of him from my teens, through my twenties, and even now I still read him frequently. The guy seems human in only a biological sense. Incredible vision and guts. He was steel hardened by genius. Compassionate without sentimentality. He’s just the bratty father of contemporary poetry. The little bastard.<br /><br />AH: Do you find it at all contradictory to be a hard drinking bar fighter who writes beautiful poetry?<br /><br />SUNDIN RICHARDS: Not in the least. It’s a major branch of the tradition. A rich vein of bad behavior runs through the collective biographies of our kind, starting with Archilochos and going all the way up. There are too many to mention. Besides, I may enjoy a frosty adult beverage now and again, but those wild days are largely behind me. I haven’t been poked in the nose in years.<br /><br />AH: If the academy opened its doors to you, would you go in?<br /><br />SUNDIN RICHARDS: Sure. I hear a lot of griping from other writers about its evils etc. but sometimes it looks like a pretty sweet gig. I mean, you think about poetry all day anyway, and talk about it sometimes, too, so why not get paid to do exactly that? I don’t have any illusions that it’s some sort of Arcadia, but I think about it quite a little bit during conference calls at my corporate job. And who knows, perhaps I could do some good for the art.<br /><br />AH: You have been known to dismiss Walt Whitman’s poetry. Do you truly dismiss it?<br /><br />SUNDIN RICHARDS: Nah. It’s not the poems I object to. I recognize and respect their importance and influence. Particularly from a technical standpoint. It’s that carefully cultivated public persona that makes me uncomfortable. I’m just not able to buy that anybody thinks everything is that great without suffering from some pathology. So I guess it seems to me that there’s more than a little bit of the carnival barker in that personae, yawping his own awesomeness. And that makes me uneasy. I know this seems like some pretty heretical stuff, particularly from an American, and I imagine I’ll get some strongly worded letters. Maybe I’m being unfair. I haven’t read him in years, so perhaps I should sit down with him and have another conversation.<br /><br />AH: Your book, forthcoming from ONLS Press, is called The Hurricane Lamp. Are you the hurricane or the lamp?<br /><br />SUNDIN RICHARDS: That’s an easy one. The world is the hurricane and the poem is my lamp.<br /><br />AH: You still write by typewriter. Are you a romantic?<br /><br />SUNDIN RICHARDS: Well, I don’t wander around Italy in a big shirt, trying to get laid or anything, so no, I’m not a romantic. I’ve been using manual typewriters for 20 years or so, and I like the direct physical cause and effect of the things. Their only function is writing, and I enjoy that simplicity. Obviously I own and use a computer. I just prefer to go through the process of making poems the other way. Plus they’re darn pretty to look at.<br /><br />AH: What do you love?<br /><br />SUNDIN RICHARDS: Umm… train whistles at midnight, snowfall, good Scotch, good food, fine friends, animals, come on, the list is endless.<br /><br />AH: What do you hate?<br /><br />SUNDIN RICHARDS: Questions like that.<div><br /></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">Zone is the web-site of Buenos Aires based Zone Magazine, a print journal dedicated to printing experimental global poetry, fiction and drama. We welcome submissions in any language. Our editorial address is zonemag@gmail.com</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29372273.post-83705225425430103542010-06-18T17:28:00.004-03:002010-09-22T20:31:57.039-03:00Happy Birthday<span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:arial;font-size:small;"><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >Zone was founded in the dead of Austral winter in a small apartment in Buenos Aires four years ago this month. Its purpose was and remains to create a magazine of poems and short fiction freed from the geographic, economic and linguistic politics that tarnish so much of today's literary syndicates. Zone's founders believe that writers have always crossed borders, whether as immigrants or explorers, for the wild and the uncontained, and that a true servant of poetry helps poems and poets across the divide. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >To that end, Zone has always been committed to bringing together writers from a plurality of backgrounds, locations, and languages. The magazine sees itself as a focal point that is no where, a utopian common open to all. Operating on a threadbare budget, with a staff of volunteers operating according to the logic of the cooperative, Zone has published in its first four years 68 poets and writers from nearly 30 countries. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >Our New Russian Poetry feature which ran in December 2006 published some of the first English and Spanish translations of Danila Davydov, Julia Idlis and Viktor Ivaniv to appear outside of Russia. Translator and poet Peter Golub, who came to Buenos Aires to unveil his translations of these great contemporary poets, has in the intervening years been widely published to critical and academic acclaim. The extraordinary Australian magazine Jacket commissioned him to edit a special New Russian Poetry feature; he has been accepted to Columbia University's PhD program in Slavic Studies; and his translation of a collection of short fiction by Linor Goralik was awarded a grant from the PEN Translation Fund three weeks ago. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >In June 2008, Zone published the first chapter of the then-unpublished English translation of Indian writer Sarojini Sahoo's controversial novel, </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; font-size: 13px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" >Gambhiri Ghara (The Dark Abode). The novel was a bestseller in Bangladesh and sparked controversy across India for its explicit treatment of sexual, religious and political themes. Through the story of an adulterous affair between a Hindu house-wife from India and a Muslim painter from Pakistan, Gambhiri Ghara examines the roll of women in contemporary India. </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; font-size: 13px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" >Written in Oriya, Gambhiri Ghara has been translated and published in Bengali, Malayalam and English. Mahendra Kumar Dash's English translation, titled The Dark Abode, was published later that year by Indian AGE Communications.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; font-size: 13px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" >The following April, poems by George Moore forming part of an installation with award-winning Icelandic textile artist </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Hrafnhildur Sigurðardóttir appeared for the first time in Zone. </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Sigurðardóttir, whose work has been exhibited internationally, and Moore, whose poems have appeared in Poetry, The Atlantic Monthly, Nimrod and other magazines, collaborated across media to create a site specific installation in the Nes galleries, in Skagaströnd, on Iceland's north coast. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Golub, Sahoo and Moore are only three of the 68 poets, writers and translators who have appeared in our pages during our first four years. Zone maintains a complete archive of everything we have published since our inception. If you browse through our archives you will find a wealth of interesting, new, brushed-off, under appreciated and later lauded work from the 8th through 21st centuries, in languages as diverse as Chinese and Catalan, written in countries, and cultures, as far afield from one another as Nigeria, Siberia, Colorado and The Philippians, some original, some in translation, all of it free, and all of it worth while. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" >To celebrate our birthday, Zone is featuring a special feature on poet Sundin Richards, whose book of poems The Hurricane Lamp is due out from ONLS Press later this year. A double-length selection of Richard's poetry and an interview will be appearing shortly.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" >A final word of thanks to our readers, contributors, volunteers, fans and followers: without you Zone would be unable to continue. Thank you for your attention.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" >-Henri Beauregard </span></span></div></span><div class="blogger-post-footer">Zone is the web-site of Buenos Aires based Zone Magazine, a print journal dedicated to printing experimental global poetry, fiction and drama. We welcome submissions in any language. Our editorial address is zonemag@gmail.com</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29372273.post-87606829846975855902010-06-18T15:40:00.003-03:002010-06-18T15:43:29.116-03:00José Saramago<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTGD7um-9PD84IeN58TffM6n45AXPcd7QI_xox_VSPHb76pBfZf0ol5wBEbp8KRESD1HpNtu6mNgftZaSL38J2MzT-AShYdQdRVRnkYmRHKatMmIdL2OA9zX120OvKwC_LbwxeTw/s1600/js.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 600px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTGD7um-9PD84IeN58TffM6n45AXPcd7QI_xox_VSPHb76pBfZf0ol5wBEbp8KRESD1HpNtu6mNgftZaSL38J2MzT-AShYdQdRVRnkYmRHKatMmIdL2OA9zX120OvKwC_LbwxeTw/s400/js.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484185528377043890" /></a><div>16 November 1922 - 18 June 2010</div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">Zone is the web-site of Buenos Aires based Zone Magazine, a print journal dedicated to printing experimental global poetry, fiction and drama. We welcome submissions in any language. Our editorial address is zonemag@gmail.com</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29372273.post-28612038581796753402010-06-01T20:31:00.003-03:002010-06-01T20:33:23.925-03:00Andrei Voznesensky<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlgXiF9NuxKaIVnCtU5Tx8AwVdl2sNq8iyn3419I3pi2toEhpL6YpKNYifvEOiohNqujz_AWHZr_6d3fJQkU_195SR72HCINRqNsPr3gRkifX5hDnbR_yypinFF0-4g1D-jWZ6VQ/s1600/andrei_voznesensky.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 407px; height: 619px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlgXiF9NuxKaIVnCtU5Tx8AwVdl2sNq8iyn3419I3pi2toEhpL6YpKNYifvEOiohNqujz_AWHZr_6d3fJQkU_195SR72HCINRqNsPr3gRkifX5hDnbR_yypinFF0-4g1D-jWZ6VQ/s400/andrei_voznesensky.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477952130368436914" border="0" /></a><br />12 May 1933 - 1 June 2010<div class="blogger-post-footer">Zone is the web-site of Buenos Aires based Zone Magazine, a print journal dedicated to printing experimental global poetry, fiction and drama. We welcome submissions in any language. Our editorial address is zonemag@gmail.com</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29372273.post-4316009716910739482010-05-31T20:27:00.001-03:002010-06-01T20:30:46.089-03:00Peter Orlovsky<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTnP3VJZ1-0nlnJ-oapBK1hU-GUsVAicoRv1wYNsOX9zWlPxE33CrrYWch_WITDdM734SrvtDx9H99mhxTtzkgRw-aZyzUBEAPvpuBdaYc2shEA_p4g0jc-TnyPOqY75y8ssACcQ/s1600/Orlofsky+on+Cliff.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 402px; height: 567px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTnP3VJZ1-0nlnJ-oapBK1hU-GUsVAicoRv1wYNsOX9zWlPxE33CrrYWch_WITDdM734SrvtDx9H99mhxTtzkgRw-aZyzUBEAPvpuBdaYc2shEA_p4g0jc-TnyPOqY75y8ssACcQ/s400/Orlofsky+on+Cliff.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477951231068988162" border="0" /></a><br />8 July 1933 - 30 May 2010<div class="blogger-post-footer">Zone is the web-site of Buenos Aires based Zone Magazine, a print journal dedicated to printing experimental global poetry, fiction and drama. We welcome submissions in any language. Our editorial address is zonemag@gmail.com</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29372273.post-9455635594725481372010-05-20T19:53:00.003-03:002010-05-20T19:58:55.761-03:00New Poems From Richard Cronshey<span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;" ><b><br />Politics</b><br /><br />Night sky<br />you keep<br />smoking<br />up your sleeve,<br /><br />a bad kind<br />of unearthly;<br />a burning<br />worn by air.<br /><br />...<br /><br />Conflagration,<br />our transparent<br />address.<br /><br />I bury<br />my name<br />to the quick<br />in your name.<br /><br />.....<br /><br />By the embrace<br />my life disguises,<br /><br />Cinder and prism<br />hoodwinked unto death.<br /><br /><br /><b>Practice</b><br /><br />Our Lady of The Razor Wire,<br />Wounds luring wounds<br />along the slaggy gallows path.<br /><br />Our injuries<br />make us rattle,<br /><br />like dancing.<br /><br />Who am I anyway<br />compared to your heartbreak<br />That is so big<br />you have disappeared<br />altogether in it<br />and become ransom for specters?<br /><br /><br />Calamitous shadow<br />histories<br />I live out<br />Invoked by our starved tautology.<br /><br />The left hand undoes<br />what the right hand is doing.<br /><br /><br />Swim upriver<br />away from my eddying heritage<br />accompanied by nothing<br />but my own growing strength.<br /><br /><br />To the victors<br />go the despoiled.<br /><br /><br />The world is my dog run.<br />I shall not want<br />for exercise.<br /><br />My bones now hollow and papery as words,<br />blown as hornets nests.<br /><br />Earth will return them to me.<br /><br /><br /><b>Salute</b><br /><br />Rescued again, despite my best efforts, by my very uselessness.<br />The divinities can’t even see me,<br />those jerk-offs in their boudoir universes,<br />for whom only you're either a backscratcher or a tambourine.<br /><br />Free as a parking lot at 3 AM. Here’s my best trick. Look!.<br />I disappear in the weeds along with the extinct<br />high desert mining towns whose only surviving acolyte I am;<br />and the infinitely brittle, star lit thing still living in them,<br />a creature of whispers and paper-mâché,<br />half imaginary, too stupid to die; to which I pledge allegiance.<br /><br /><b><br />Beware of Poem</b><br /><br />What a beating<br />that poem gave me.<br /><br />Fed me<br />in little pieces,<br />to my wishes.<br /><br />Night, you look<br />a lot smaller<br />on television.<br /><br />Still, I flourished,<br />suddenly,<br />until I didn`t.<br /><br />Beware of nourishment.<br />The skinny one<br />is my co-pilot;<br />La Flaca, pale hand<br />where the stars succumb.<br /><br /><br />I was to be the lungs<br />in some floundering anatomy.<br />I thought, "Why not?"<br /><br />I am, I think,<br />because of the rustle that hunts me.<br /><br />Look at us, skeletons<br />with burning crowns,<br />kicking up dust<br />as if we were real.<br /><br />Go ahead, Poem,<br />smoke me.<br />I`m home now.<br />You know the address.<br /><br /><br /><b>Blues with a Skeleton Key in its Palm </b><br /><br />My eyesight wanders off,<br />starry revolver, a dog<br />drawn to your softness.<br /><br />I stay here waiting<br />for it to come home,<br />listening<br />to the continents drift.<br /><br />I will miss<br />your snaggle<br />toothed sick<br />room piquancy<br />the most.<br /><br />Somedays<br />you were a roadside grave;<br />others, you were smoke rising<br />from behind a hill.<br /><br />Bête noire<br />Slaughterhouse,<br />feeling you still<br />silverfish<br />spirochete<br />limping thing<br />little fistula<br />rag doll<br />on the ash heap--<br />your history<br />like grief in me.<br /><br />No end in sight to this<br />bag of tricks.<br />I can just discern<br />somebody`s death mask<br />down there circling<br />mouthing words<br />I can`t make out.<br /><br />Widows mite,<br />It gets passed around,<br />from hand to hand<br />growing heavier,<br />every time,<br />until we sink.<br /><br /><br /><br />Richard Cronshey is the author of five collections of poetry, the most recent of which is <span style="font-style: italic;">The Snow and The Snow</span>, forthcoming from ONLS press. His poems have appeared <a href="http://zonefornone.blogspot.com/2009/10/new-poetry-from-richard-cronshey.html">previously</a> in <span style="font-style: italic;">Zone</span>.<br /><br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer">Zone is the web-site of Buenos Aires based Zone Magazine, a print journal dedicated to printing experimental global poetry, fiction and drama. We welcome submissions in any language. Our editorial address is zonemag@gmail.com</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29372273.post-22338180775280722522010-04-26T17:34:00.009-03:002010-04-26T18:31:15.747-03:00Five New Poems From Robert Lietz                     <br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">IN COURSE</span><br /><br />1<br />                                                                              <span style="font-style:italic;">Not Then</span><br /><br />     The music, uncertain after all, unheard<br />outside<br /><br />     a mid-spring theater, was it The Nutmegs,<br />James Brown,<br /><br />     Ray Charles we missed, in Syracuse,<br />New Haven,<br /><br />     at the War Memorial, and at somebody's<br />instigation,<br /><br />     where none of us, not then, ever<br />arrived<br /><br />     at      the same<br />moment?<br /><br />2<br />                                                                              <span style="font-style:italic;">House Warming</span><br /><br />                         Surely<br /><br />     somebody left charmed, with forever<br />freshening, whatever<br /><br />     the losses meant, and not what we thought,<br />be sure of it, charmed<br /><br />     by the heart's response, and by the manners<br />lingering, by<br /> <br />     our inflatable and serial dawns, the feathery<br />and first drawn greens<br /><br />     with the year warming to mid-seventies, the plants<br />where they were last night, set<br /><br />     close to the outside, brick, back fire-place wall<br />for house-warmth, and<br /><br />     on this screened porch safe, from the cloud<br />-clearing forecast<br /><br />     and selective frost we well-imagined, with<br />potting ahead<br /><br />     for them, prettying the chipmunk-<br />flash summertime<br /><br />     we mean --again -- to<br />celebrate<br />     together.<br /><br />3<br />                                                                              <span style="font-style:italic;">What and When</span><br /><br />     What if we never looked like that, not<br />in a figment, phase<br /><br />     or entertainment, and what if our morning's<br />storyline, this<br /><br />     groundhog say, climbing, sampling, ignoring<br />the bend, bow,<br /><br />     to top-most green almost, if that were only<br />narrative,<br /><br />     a matter of taste, a wink to the day outdoors,<br />to the idea<br /><br />     glossed, rubbed so, wished over, returning<br />our common<br /><br />     interest, reminding us what and why, and how<br />we've rehearsed<br /><br />     these literacies and contritions, these timely<br />critiques,<br /><br />     overheard, as even the morning is, abroad<br />in its first lingo,<br /><br />     as the actual day, embraced in course,<br />whatever<br /><br />     the language lacked, or the informed<br />finessed,<br /><br />     conspired by their own reports<br />and<br />     confidence.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">HORIZON SLICE</span><br /><br />     So the howling's not, days apart are not,<br />nor the words<br />     you can no more arm, disarm, than save<br />by re-combining,<br />     by their jarring and jarred tones, matters<br />fit to the day's sprawl,<br />     neither unspooled nor reconditioned,<br />beset by caricature.<br />     But, left to our better selves, so that the days<br />themselves<br />     will not appear outdrawn, mis-presented,<br />there's much to explain,<br />     exonerate, when too little thought seems all<br />impulse<br />     could ever have intended, matched<br />to our own weak skulls,<br />     to our hyper-assisted if flawed tunings,<br />to the approaching<br />     dark, with its horizon-slice affairs<br />and its time studies,<br />     its pearl-seamed blacks<br />     and indigo.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">ALMOST AUDIBLE</span><br /><br />     How will you ask this if? What would you call<br />this almost<br /><br />     audible sighing but distraction, these dappling,<br />deepening woods displayed,<br /><br />     when you looked up from the glass-topped table<br />and your coffee, into the breeze,<br /><br />     by then insisting, settling, this cup you've been<br />sipping cooled, a finger or so<br /><br />     left to warm again, replenish, so that you must<br />think this good,<br /><br />     when the least breath-taking language<br />wins you over, the light<br /><br />     turning into light, to this sensible<br />accounting<br /><br />     yes, the ghosts around<br />go on<br />     repeating.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;"><br />A KISS STILL WARM</span><br /><br />1<br />                                                                              <span style="font-style:italic;">The First Look</span><br /><br />     First, there's Grizz', the critter gitter, with<br />tales from the Big Horns<br />and Denali, soaping exposures off, indifferent<br />to that bee's buzz, but<br />wary of the tri-foliate green he's barreled out of,<br />cartoonishly, no doubt, for<br />our amusement. Then there's that nesting pair<br />I mean to search out at North Lima,<br />and this year's tanager, these hues the groundhog<br />hasn't yet laid claim to,<br />as if the whole earth were asking me for pictures,<br />and this Polish jazz, to get<br />the feel for the moment, these packages addressed<br />and stacked outside<br />the front door, where nobody's signed for one,<br />if nobody's thought to take one<br />in our absence, a record nicely filed, since the other<br />doors were optional and sealed,<br />as even the gas-filled winter panes, warmer<br />to the hand than plaster<br />when the winters hit. So much for the field humor,<br />for the circumspect reports,<br />the day from its first look see, and wondering<br />whether a lens is long enough<br />for eagles, whether he'll be back this afternoon,<br />once the trapper<br />and the trapper's crew-mates come to pass,<br />prepared, as trained, and<br />more than enough supplied, to seek<br />and destroy<br />     what's necessary.<br /><br />2<br />                                                                              <span style="font-style:italic;">Needful Times</span><br /><br />     No queen, no queen's dresser, and cute's<br />no salvation,<br />be assured, whatever the mantra makes of it,<br />but he'll be back<br />before nine-thirty I believe, since needful times<br />require him, a second coffee<br />under belt, after Grizz and his crew arrive,<br />set out<br />their snares, their bait and live-traps, soap off<br />and snarl<br />along their ways to the next clients. And<br />Anastasio, meantime,<br />recalling the last dusk or just before, remembers<br />himself a night ago,<br />well before the occasion to wash could settle him,<br />remembers<br />the costs of gardening, the costs<br />of that first kiss<br />and next, and the afterglow, on their flushed<br />tourist cheeks<br />and bankrolls, once the prankster's<br />worked up nerve<br />to improvise, though not the least,<br />you can<br />be sure, of his sole<br />     options.<br /><br />3<br />                                                                              <span style="font-style:italic;">Anastasio</span><br /><br />     Maybe that shrine was burglarized. Maybe<br />a man, for now, makes good<br />with its bare walls and stubby candles, makes do<br />and must, with<br />the strays and pups, yipping at the jams and heels<br />of the prayerful,<br />even the lesser enthusiasts, he thinks, impressed,<br />acknowledging the kiss,<br />and not the burn so much, as they bend and splash<br />and rinse and bear their faces,<br />before a mirror seems possible, or this language,<br />too much like their own<br />to be mistaken. So what was the day but photographs,<br />but these young,<br />the nesting pair away, newcome arrivals<br />at the heron's<br />fishing claim, was Anastasio himself, who will not be<br />heard on it,<br />recalled by the heat, by the showering and sweat,<br />was Anastasio<br />after all, but a handshake yes, but a kiss still warm<br />with garden earth<br />and gardening, who could appreciate each theft,<br />each saint, meanness, each<br />first well-planted kiss, having housed his implements,<br />houseled himself, hosed<br />clean for the post-gardening burritos and cervesas,<br />for this catching up<br />he is sure to miss come suppertimes, imagining exits<br />and escapes,<br />and that groundhog, that survivor, yes, coursing<br />the spray-painted green<br />toward edibles, eyeing that fishing pair, explaining,<br />as they might, the moonlit foam<br />and firestones. And where's that trapper after all,<br />or that hummingbird<br />I never got around to mentioning, or the heron<br />now, when signs of trespass<br />reappear, this courted nightmare the coral bells,<br />the moon fingered quack-grass<br />make no room for, a stolen kiss no room,<br />no hint of the meaner<br />lusts or treacheries, the sub-surface<br />tones he'd heard, hears yet,<br />in alien conversions.<br /><br />4<br />                                                                        <span style="font-style:italic;">The Cousin Source<br /></span><br />     Where's that crow, that, their jay-mocking<br />ins and outs,<br />claim-jumping feeders the bunting plays beneath,<br />sampling crow-spill,<br />as, a small man, Anastasio rinses clean, dreams<br />honestly, himself<br />the cousin source of tourist horrors, tourist smiles,<br />from the first handshakes,<br />first pecks, no more deterred than the crows seem,<br />by tourist gear or pedigree,<br />by how they hurry to wash their fallen faces<br />when he's finished, about the time<br />when pups have had their day of nipping heels, and<br />the candles, sputtering, add<br />their own notes to the angling ends of afternoons,<br />done with the newsmaking<br />and tell-alls, suited now to plans he's all but reinvented,<br />for the dusk ahead, for the dark<br />and weight of a new century made public, but only<br />the least, we guess, of Anastasio's desires<br />and disguises, though nobody's asked, you bet, and<br />nobody's kept track, kept count,<br />whatever the losses were or substitutions, considering<br />his fix on tones and off-season prices,<br />on his own, we think, and presumable advantage,<br />though he might call that<br />something else, something to drink or plant or plant<br />his kisses on, to bear away<br />from shrine or sanctuary, complementary, if you will,<br />and all-inclusive, according<br />to the lingo of arrival? Surely you see resemblances<br />among the current crop of players,<br />who would have eaten the same stuff once, and left<br />all that behind as true believers,<br />equating experience with preference, inspiration<br />with emblems, and, inspired<br />merely, attitudes, when another season calls for<br />punishment, with the air itself<br />trembling under them, because their playing<br />asks for it, whatever<br />the shrine-going masks of the old<br />shrines<br />     and summertimes.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;"><br />RECORD HEAT</span><br /><br />     Even the spider plant, you think, must feel it,<br />moved, a few inches<br />     now, to make room for the low metal table<br />and sub-woofer,<br />     for the ipod, satellites, and this sovereign jazz<br />they may have<br />     heard among the Keys, heard in Puget Sound,<br />drawn themselves outdoors,<br />     as this water is, to freshen the boxed flats,<br />planters, and potting earth<br />     you've seasoned, while the plumbing throbs, and<br />each light-bleached page<br />     I think could lie here through forever,<br />conceded<br />     to record heat, unreadable. There will be wine<br />tonight, encompassing<br />     table talk, this pizza tonight, with repeatable<br />humor under stars,<br />     these due-processed ends of school-years<br />tonight, and<br />     a summer begun you cannot buy anywhere,<br />sentence<br />     by sentence piqued, in the botched<br />luxurious<br />     stories we come back to, as if<br />we had<br />     never had such fun.<br /><br /><br /><br />Robert Lietz is the author of eight published collections of poems, including <span style="font-style:italic;">The Lindbergh Half-century</span>, <span style="font-style:italic;">Storm Service</span>, and <span style="font-style:italic;">After Business in the West</span>. Nearly six hundred of his poems have been published in print and on-line journals, including recent publications in <span style="font-style:italic;">Istanbul Literary Review, The Pittsburgh Quarterly Online, Avatar, Contrary, Terrain, Valparaiso Review, Salt River Review</span>, <span style="font-style:italic;">Lily</span> and <a href="http://zonefornone.blogspot.com/2007/10/six-poems-from-robert-lietz.html">previously in Zone</a>. Several unpublished collections are currently finished and ready for publication, including <span style="font-style:italic;">West of Luna Pier, Spooking in the Ruins, Keeping Touch, Character in the Works: Twentieth Century Lives, The Vanishing</span>, and <span style="font-style:italic;">Eating Asiago & Drinking Beer</span>. Meanwhile, he keeps active writing and exploring his interest in digital photography and image processing and their relationship to the development of his poetry.<br /><br />                     <div class="blogger-post-footer">Zone is the web-site of Buenos Aires based Zone Magazine, a print journal dedicated to printing experimental global poetry, fiction and drama. We welcome submissions in any language. Our editorial address is zonemag@gmail.com</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29372273.post-22514817464630058372010-04-13T14:44:00.006-03:002010-04-13T16:31:49.667-03:00Four Poems From Ruth Bavetta<br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Luftwaffe</span><br /><br />The storm<br />         comes for the throat,<br /><br />a sidewinder in darkness.<br />         Wind works its mutinies<br /><br />in storm-snarled trees. Water<br />         hammers houses from their roots,<br /><br />a bus shoots under a bridge.<br />         A man in a tattered T-shirt<br /><br />floats downriver like a page<br />         torn from a book.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Foundation Work</span><br /><br />They arrive early,<br />         before he’s ready, go on<br />with what they have to do.<br /><br />He pulls his shirt over his head,<br />         discovers a hole. They’re all around<br />the house now, shouting.<br /><br />He puts on the pants he wore yesterday,<br />         before he knew, goes into the kitchen<br />(the sunny yellow walls have faded),<br />         fills the kettle, sets it on the burner.<br /><br />Today, a scan will probe<br />         his body for cells gone wild.<br />Outside, they’re probing,<br />         seeking solid ground.<br /><br />The sky’s already bleached with heat. If<br />         they find competent ground.<br />they can shore up the foundation.<br /><br />The kettle shrieks to a boil.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Remember This</span><br /><br />She’s used to them now,<br />the spectators who sidle<br />small and soft<br />under the old and fading moon,<br />a shambling column,<br />that casts no shadows. In a dark corner<br />of the garden, where<br />there’s no more time<br />for lilacs, they wait for her<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;"><br />Imagine</span><br /><br />walking up forty-two stairs,<br />the smell of a rubber ball, your arm<br />brushing against a stucco wall,<br />the prick of a pin in the tip<br />of your right index finger.<br /><br />There was a clock you once knew,<br />draw its tick inside your body.<br />There was a bicycle on a dirt road<br />the summer you fell in love,<br />balance on its handlebars.<br /><br />Enter a room you have forgotten.<br />Walk through midnight<br />carrying a make-believe lantern.<br />Stretch out your hand,<br />touch the horizon.<br /><br /><br /><br />Ruth Bavetta's poetry has been published in <span style="font-style:italic;">Nimrod, Tar River Poetry, Rhino, Rattle, Poetry East, North American Review, Atlanta Review,</span> and <span style="font-style:italic;">Poetry New Zealand</span>, among others, and is included in the anthology <a href="http://www.alibris.com/search/books/isbn/9780941017145">Twelve Los Angeles Poets</a>. She is a graduate of the University of Southern California, California State College San Bernardino, and Claremont Graduate School.<br /><br /><div class="blogger-post-footer">Zone is the web-site of Buenos Aires based Zone Magazine, a print journal dedicated to printing experimental global poetry, fiction and drama. We welcome submissions in any language. Our editorial address is zonemag@gmail.com</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29372273.post-30086472146700788302010-04-02T12:17:00.005-03:002010-04-02T12:30:50.739-03:00Three Poems From Anthony Nannetti<span style="font-weight: bold;"><br />OVER UNDER</span><br /><br />You demand more space<br />with a straight face,<br />and I see<br />a dead farmer planted in his own north forty<br />or an obituary written for an obituary writer.<br />The end is never easy,<br />but hope is in the bending tree<br />whose roots will draw life to it.<br />So sit awhile, I’ll counsel.<br />Just be still and stay<br />until I get away.<span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /><br /><br />LEAGUE STREET</span><br /><br />The butcher with a young lamb over his shoulder<br />dodged church-bound widows in the heavy snow.<br />Monsignor’s Impala was an unfinished Pieta.<br />I sold shopping bags by a barrel fire<br />where my father displayed his martyrs and Marys<br />around the Infant of Prague on a countertop.<br />A hard grind for a dollar,<br />and the saints gave way over time<br />to ballerinas that twirled on musical platforms<br />and ceramic puppies with saucer eyes.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">TO NINO </span><br /><br />It was cheaper to kill you than to have you groomed.<br />I walked home with your collar and leash in a bag,<br />convinced that all traces of my past were gone.<br />How like a foreigner I felt, without my bosom friend ----<br />without turds to collect when I got back,<br />the house just as we’d left it.<br /><br /><br />Anthony Nannetti is an English teacher with the School District of Philadelphia. He lives in the Bella Vista section of the city with his wife and two daughters. Nannetti's poetry has appeared in <span style="font-style: italic;">Guardian Unlimited, PhiladelphiaStories, Ygdrasil, Forge Journal</span>, and <span style="font-style: italic;">Bijou Poetry Review</span>.<div class="blogger-post-footer">Zone is the web-site of Buenos Aires based Zone Magazine, a print journal dedicated to printing experimental global poetry, fiction and drama. We welcome submissions in any language. Our editorial address is zonemag@gmail.com</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29372273.post-49326448120557182032010-03-19T16:33:00.003-03:002010-03-19T16:43:10.604-03:00Three Poems From Peggy Aylsworth<span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" ><br />THE CROWDING THORNS</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Reading Lolita, she grew thirsty,</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">aware she had swallowed</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">too much sugar.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">What surfaced in resistant waves:</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">desire’s monster. Lollipops</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">had been too easy.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Sucked into an urge to bite,</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">she tainted the air with innuendos,</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">tumbling the woman</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">from her fragile scaffolding.</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Not a plot, but there he was,</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">ready for her lure</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">once his wife had crumbled,</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">a Humpty Dumpty without horses</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">to refit her pieces.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">The prickly vines curl round</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">and round, sprouting their</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">contagious blooms,</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">nightshade, undetected, til</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">the birds’ song dwindles</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">in the crowding thorns.</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" >GATHER THE PIECES</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Her world grew steadier with lines</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">and configurations to build safety</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">out of wood. In the eyes of cows</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">she found a door, entered their chests.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">One day, the pieces fit, broken crockery</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">not whole, but standing on its own.</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Without customary language we rely</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">on the sound of weather or water</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">slipping through the hands of children.</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">In the wilds of Wyoming horses blocked</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">the road. That night snow shifted the light,</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">pulling faded shadows out of the cracks.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">The woman in the bed refuses to wait</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">for the cat to jump into her lap. Signals</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">of life and death travel over wide landscapes,</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">crows flying, trembling the winter trees.</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" >THE RATTLE OF NO REPLY</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">The days torn at the edges,</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">crows unraveling the tapestry.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">I slip to the far end of my premise,</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">pressed by the leftover reckoning .</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Each room breaks its windows</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">from inside. Wind, a false prophet</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">of weather. Birds spread the air,</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">a response on the broken wire.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Unwrap. My words tick into time,</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">hanging themselves, still wet,</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">on a line too distant. And yes,</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">the berries are drying to stone.</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Peggy Aylsworth's poems have appeared in <a href="http://www.bpj.org/"><span style="font-style: italic;">Beloit Poetry Journal</span></a>, <a href="http://rattle.com/blog/"><span style="font-style: italic;">Rattle</span></a>, <span style="font-style: italic;">The Emily Dickinson Anthology</span>, <a href="http://www.arsint.com/journals.html"><span style="font-style: italic;">Ars Interpres</span></a>, <a href="http://www.poetrynz.net/"><span style="font-style: italic;">Poetry New Zealand</span></a>, and other journals in the US and abroad. She is the author of a collection of poems titled <span style="font-style: italic;">Small Lightning</span>. Additionally, Aylsworth collaborated with her husband Norm Levine on two books of poems from Momentum Press: <span style="font-style: italic;">Letters to the Same Address</span> and <span style="font-style: italic;">Along These Lines</span>. A retired psychotherapist, she lives in Santa Monica, California.</span><br /><br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer">Zone is the web-site of Buenos Aires based Zone Magazine, a print journal dedicated to printing experimental global poetry, fiction and drama. We welcome submissions in any language. Our editorial address is zonemag@gmail.com</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29372273.post-69103859104557237092010-03-01T17:09:00.013-03:002010-03-01T17:34:30.001-03:00Three Poems From Michael McLane<span style="font-weight:bold;"><br />Exam</span><br /><br />age is carefully measured<br />in valleys of grinding bone<br />the weight of heaven<br />on the ankles, knees<br />and hips.<br /><br />or within the hairline<br />cartography of plates<br />keeping our selves together<br />in the tumbling china<br />of our skulls –<br /><br />this at least is natural.<br />calibration, smallest line<br />the vanishing point<br />the trajectory<br />in either direction.<br /><br />harder still is the hole<br />observatory behind the ear,<br />perfectly round intrusion<br />that pulls outside matters in<br />with it, vacuum of all<br /><br />concentrated life, in this small<br />room. a hole behind the ear,<br />absence of measurement, edge<br />of parietal, ledge of the table,<br />frame of the door<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;"><br />Answer Key</span><br /><br />(Specimen 10: adult male; age: 20-25; cause of death; gunshot wound to base of parietal lobe; provenance: body recovered from Golan Heights)<br /><br />                             <span style="font-style:italic;">That is all we know.</span><br /><br />the symptom is monument <br /><br />                             <span style="font-style:italic;">there was a fort here once, now a gift shop</span><br /><br />statuary<br /><br />                             <span style="font-style:italic;">I don’t remember why it is called Armory Hill</span><br /><br />Zion has the sound of electricity. Or orbit. Or ejection.<br /><br />                             <span style="font-style:italic;">we hide the syllabics of violence behind hand-carved</span><br />                                     <span style="font-style:italic;">names<br /></span><br />triptych of dedication, memorial, stone. behind it, a canvas<br /><br />                             <span style="font-style:italic;">one must show their work. Provenance is often</span> <br />                                     <span style="font-style:italic;">confused for an exotic locale. it is neither.</span><br /><br />meadow. beach. walk. snowfall.<br /><br />                             <span style="font-style:italic;">do not forget how life echoes through a table</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;"><br />Weather</span><br /><br />When I was very young, I loved electrical storms above all else. I would take my blanket and small eyes and lay out at the edge of the garage, trembling. In the place where the world opened out into oblivion. A word I had yet to sputter and stumble over. My mother would pull the blanket back under the eaves, the spiders, the boxes of abandoned clothes and cradles. Or she would drag me to the back patio, where I could see only fingertips of bolts, the slightest hints of strings on the world, where the thunder would rattle the charcoal in the grill or the loose shingles above me. We lived in the desert then, at the foot of mountains that burned even in rain. I asked which of us angered the gods but I did not say it loud enough. They clanged away above me like I did after locking myself out of the house not once, but twice. The day two men tried to steal me away was sunny, but that night it rained hard and no one could catch me. That was the definition of fear, or at least its perimeter. There is nothing to be afraid of, my mother said, pulling me back out of the rain again and again, but you can see everything fine from here. Of course this made no sense, but neither did the smell of the cooling concrete, the heat rising from the ground to complicate the world.<br /><br /><br /><br />Michael McLane completed an MFA in Creative Writing at Colorado State University. His work has appeared or is forthcoming in <span style="font-style:italic;">Denver Quarterly, The Laurel Review, Interim, Colorado Review, Salt Flats Journal</span> and <span style="font-style:italic;">Sugar House Review</span>. He lives in Salt Lake City, Utah.<div class="blogger-post-footer">Zone is the web-site of Buenos Aires based Zone Magazine, a print journal dedicated to printing experimental global poetry, fiction and drama. We welcome submissions in any language. Our editorial address is zonemag@gmail.com</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29372273.post-57601047953500367272010-02-17T22:04:00.001-03:002010-02-23T15:50:31.609-03:00Five Juéjù From Li Bai<span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" ><br /></span><span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">Yellow Crane Tower:<br />Farewell to Meng Haoran on his Trip to Guangling</span><br /><br />To Yellow Crane Tower and the West you wave goodbye<br />Under March mist's blossoms you descend towards Yangzhou<br />Your lone sail vanishes into the shadows of jade mountains<br />Until all I see is the Yangtze flowing to the edge of the sky<br /><br /><br /><span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;" >黄鶴樓送孟浩然之廣陵<br /><br /></span><span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;" >故人西辭黃鶴樓<br />煙花三月下揚州<br />孤帆遠影碧山盡<br />惟見長江天際流</span></span><span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;" ><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Visit to Lu Shan: Waterfall </span><br /><br />Sun lights the violet mist of Incense Stove Mountain<br />Far off I see a waterfall hanging above a stream<br />It flies out spreading down three thousand feet<br />I think it is the Silver River falling from Seventh Heaven<br /><br /><br /><span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;" >望廬山瀑布<br /><br /></span><span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;" >日照香爐生紫煙<br />遙看瀑布掛前川<br />飛流直下三千尺<br />疑是銀河落九天</span></span><span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;" ><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Night Thoughts</span><br /><br />Across the floor bright moon so bright<br />I think it is hoarfrost on the fields<br />I lift my head to gaze at the bright moon<br />I hang my head thinking of home<br /><br /><br /><span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;" >夜思<br /><br /></span><span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;" >床前明月光<br />疑是地上霜<br />舉頭望明月<br />低頭思故鄉</span></span><span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /><br /><br /><br />Descent to Jiangling</span><br /><br />Dawn farewell to Baidi among the glowing clouds<br />Three hundred miles to Jiangling in one day's float<br />Monkeys howl from both shores without stop<br />Already my skiff has passed ten thousand rows of mountains<br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /><br /><span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;" >下江陵<br /><br /></span></span><span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;" >朝辭白帝彩雲間<br />千里江陵一日還<br />兩岸猿聲啼不住<br />輕舟已過萬重山</span></span><span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;" ><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">For Wang Lun</span><br /><br />Li Po climbs aboard wishing to leave<br />Suddenly from shore the sound of footfalls and song<br />Peach Blossom Pool is a thousand feet deep<br />Doesn't touch how Wang Lun's farewell makes me feel<br /><br /><br /><span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;" >贈汪倫<br /></span><span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;" ><br />李白乘舟將欲行<br />忽聞岸上踏歌聲<br />桃花潭水深千尺<br />不及汪倫送我情<br /></span></span><br /><br /><br />Translated by Andrew Haley<br /><br /><br />Lǐ Bái (<span lang="zh-Hani">李白), known in the West as Li Po, </span>was born to exiles in present-day Kazakhstan in 701. He spent his youth in Sichuan, near Chengdu, studying Taoism and other subjects. Rather than sit for the civil service exam, Li Bai left Sichuan at the edge of twenty-five, sailing down the Yangtze River. For thirty-five years, he led an itinerant, drunken, profligate and prolific life -- never settling anywhere for long, and writing upwards of a thousand poems which are considered among the apex of Chinese literature. Li Bai drowned in the Yangtze in 762, trying to drunkenly embrace the moon. He was returning to Sichuan after a life of exile.<br /><br />The poems here are juéjù -- a poetic form popular in the Tang era. They are quatrains with either seven or five syllable lines, an aaba rhyme scheme and a distribution of tones that seeks to give the poems a tonal regularity. Heavily influenced by Taoism and Chán -- a Chinese prototype of Zen that flourished in the Tang dynasty -- juéjù strive to "see the big within the small" (小中見大).<div class="blogger-post-footer">Zone is the web-site of Buenos Aires based Zone Magazine, a print journal dedicated to printing experimental global poetry, fiction and drama. We welcome submissions in any language. Our editorial address is zonemag@gmail.com</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29372273.post-88065536796683228252010-02-14T17:42:00.000-03:002010-02-17T17:47:24.937-03:00Lucille Clifton<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXOlpWaBPEk74W2SMKn6YXRSEm0_bYTstEB2VqMDiOQc8j2QYCOENTkFHbn2-ROsGlU6fVnJzRaP9qXzvdr9tHcgun4xyoDpE3xKf7h7jYyZmPIxCFTo8wnuDkgQXOFOGo49dQUA/s1600-h/Lucille_Clifton_October_1975.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 333px; height: 403px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXOlpWaBPEk74W2SMKn6YXRSEm0_bYTstEB2VqMDiOQc8j2QYCOENTkFHbn2-ROsGlU6fVnJzRaP9qXzvdr9tHcgun4xyoDpE3xKf7h7jYyZmPIxCFTo8wnuDkgQXOFOGo49dQUA/s400/Lucille_Clifton_October_1975.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439315731811840450" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">27 June 1936 - 13 February 2010</span><div class="blogger-post-footer">Zone is the web-site of Buenos Aires based Zone Magazine, a print journal dedicated to printing experimental global poetry, fiction and drama. We welcome submissions in any language. Our editorial address is zonemag@gmail.com</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29372273.post-1201054339255384142010-02-01T17:01:00.000-03:002010-02-04T17:06:07.537-03:00Tomás Eloy Martínez<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXvLlv63N_GpfXPSwkwkxF7AYdgeMMg8dzxj1xn68mGQCvAxipG6MIsoK45FxcRZs6Ww04iw-th9tkTyChvHIMgmxx0u2G1OoZWjZtgQ3MptujRbwbhI1RBvEM_mGWDPHpkCd5FQ/s1600-h/escritor_Tomas_Eloy_Martinez.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 331px; height: 440px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXvLlv63N_GpfXPSwkwkxF7AYdgeMMg8dzxj1xn68mGQCvAxipG6MIsoK45FxcRZs6Ww04iw-th9tkTyChvHIMgmxx0u2G1OoZWjZtgQ3MptujRbwbhI1RBvEM_mGWDPHpkCd5FQ/s400/escritor_Tomas_Eloy_Martinez.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434480996038459714" border="0" /></a><br /><br />16 July 1934 - 31 January 2010<div class="blogger-post-footer">Zone is the web-site of Buenos Aires based Zone Magazine, a print journal dedicated to printing experimental global poetry, fiction and drama. We welcome submissions in any language. Our editorial address is zonemag@gmail.com</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29372273.post-19302914315272410432010-01-28T16:12:00.003-03:002010-01-28T16:15:17.407-03:00JD Salinger<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghxyyoMdlr261IWvKIFDsqPEuMeO5SX2I3sNTZ5p2UrIP8MbWK45NeFwfip3lod1xkPnPuM_ByDJthy2uHM-QeqVN5GQgqKt6V1M2CXZfRP6mOY76ZCIFNymp1O4e1Jgqfyajytw/s1600-h/JD_Salinger.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 329px; height: 460px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghxyyoMdlr261IWvKIFDsqPEuMeO5SX2I3sNTZ5p2UrIP8MbWK45NeFwfip3lod1xkPnPuM_ByDJthy2uHM-QeqVN5GQgqKt6V1M2CXZfRP6mOY76ZCIFNymp1O4e1Jgqfyajytw/s400/JD_Salinger.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431870721828732626" border="0" /></a><br /><br />1 January 1919 - 27 January 2010<div class="blogger-post-footer">Zone is the web-site of Buenos Aires based Zone Magazine, a print journal dedicated to printing experimental global poetry, fiction and drama. We welcome submissions in any language. Our editorial address is zonemag@gmail.com</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29372273.post-33343903392560754492010-01-22T21:20:00.007-03:002010-02-03T15:00:03.467-03:00Six Poems From Andrea Perkins<b style="font-family: times new roman;"><br />Dance With Parent </b><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"> you must have a strong leg, </span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"> sticky hands, and be free on saturday </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"> to take this class </span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"> you must be vivid, wrong, submerged </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"> the soft, warm head of your child </span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"> obvious, the rest buried in sand </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"> or earth, that spinning cradle </span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"> which only breaks under the heavy flapping of ghosts </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"> you will learn how to balance on air’s cutting edge </span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"> and lift infant up until it spreads all ten limbs </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"> outward, gazing forward, moving always up </span><br /><br /><b style="font-family: times new roman;"><br />The Weight of Hair</b><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"> there is a point at which we cross over </span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"> and with the ease of landed gentry or a small animal </span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"> meet the monster of light, abraxas, </span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"> or as they say here, abracadabra </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"> until that happens, your expectations will be knifing you, </span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"> hope and fear interchangeable, </span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"> you might even bury your heart up to the neck </span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"> and leave a glimmering in the vestibule </span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"> next to your root and claw </span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"> and all because life is passing and there is no coin </span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"> that can get you back </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"> so what if the day moves in and down </span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"> towards its own red ending? </span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"> maybe down in that hole, </span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"> is the bottom, the beginning </span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"> or at the very least an electricity made </span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"> by all this </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"> words that are waves not baskets </span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"> baskets that are macabre embroilments </span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"> not love, subpoenaed by marshlight, </span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"> by rings of saturn crossing seas of ice </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"> my advice is: </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"> write your name in snow </span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"> so nobody who is sleepwalking </span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"> in the forest will see it </span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"> later, when they awake </span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"> from hunger and cold, from dreams of fur and gold, </span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"> wearing pajamas, they will see smoke </span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"> in the distance and follow it back to camp </span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"> all the while wanting heated mansions, </span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"> hearts with wings or skulls with wings </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"> ok so this is where it starts getting into trouble </span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"> like it’s two in the morning and we’re going into a walgreens </span><br /><br /><br /><b style="font-family: times new roman;">Plow </b><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"> nail in the wall, </span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"> unfinished pearl, </span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"> onions splitting their shoots in the near ground </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"> my reflection </span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"> in the expanse of cold window </span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"> grows a beard of night </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"> nail in the wall, stick in the mud, </span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"> a Grecian perfection of loins and teeth and the future </span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"> which is already here, a cathedral </span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"> where I spit out my time </span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"> and awaken </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"> in this little life </span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"> a plow is both a shape and a tool </span><br /><br /><br /><b style="font-family: times new roman;">Our Mascot The Angel</b><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"> in this most difficult of games</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"> the winner must molt his or her wings like beetles in heat </span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"> and wind round with wings and legs in a kind of </span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"> dark glomming until he or she is vani-</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"> shed. </span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"> another, easier game, played in the ancient night with cards </span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"> and natural masks, is still played even today.</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"> down in the valley they call it ‘love in a laundromat.’ </span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"> the loser of it sings a tidy lament on augury and vice. </span><br /><br /><br /><b style="font-family: times new roman;">Free Labor </b><br /><i style="font-family: times new roman;">taken almost entirely from a piece of junk mail<br />sent to the author on Christmas </i><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"> 4 apprentices (2 sitting, 2 standing) </span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"> talking about the luster of certain strawberries. </span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"> the silence that follows is yellowy. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"> the practice of the apprentices </span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"> is to work in their own time </span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"> or for money wages, </span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"> a quarter dollar a day. </span><br /> <br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"> work from six to nine, then breakfast. work </span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"> from ten to one, then lunch. from three to six, </span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"> rest. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"> others work in little gardens around negro houses </span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"> and seem always well pleased to be fully employed. </span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"> i know a small estate worked exclusively on this system. </span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"> it is in excellent order. </span><br /><br /><b style="font-family: times new roman;"><br />Three Poems </b><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"> 1. Hacienda </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"> make no mistake,</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"> they went there </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"> family got into car on dark street,</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"> sprinklers hissing all around </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"> there was no time</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"> for binoculars </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"> in vast cement basements</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"> dogs ate light </span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"> 2. Ur </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"> pluck the string</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"> and the girl moves for you,</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"> gives you a soft courage</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"> beneath the teetering worm </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"> stop looking up, look down, they say</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"> they say: work work </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"> and no ocean known, or just one</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"> loaned on erasure </span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"> 3. Basic Night </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"> there are no other worlds without end </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"> may ends, then a month without water </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"> the townspeople drink dew from leaves</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"> twice in a year without rain</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"> the prize goes to the one who can stand</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"> all day with a gaping hole in his chest </span><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Andrea Perkins' non-fiction has appeared in Egypt Today, Coast News, MetroActive and New West Magazine. Her poetry has been found in </span><i style="font-family: times new roman;">Paper Salad, The Cement Boat, <a href="http://girlswithinsurance.com/">Girls With Insurance</a></i><span style="font-family:times new roman;"> and elsewhere. She writes mostly fiction, but this has only (so far) shown up on lamp posts in her friend Otis' imagination. Born in Utah, she has lived in Egypt, California, Tennessee, and currently Hawaii. </span><span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;" ><br /><br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer">Zone is the web-site of Buenos Aires based Zone Magazine, a print journal dedicated to printing experimental global poetry, fiction and drama. We welcome submissions in any language. Our editorial address is zonemag@gmail.com</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0