Wednesday, November 21, 2007

More on the written word...

Anybody knows where to get Eric Amann's books, please let me know. Bloody Amazon selling his Cicada Voices at USD100+. What the fuck. His later work No more Questions, No more Answers is nowhere to be found on Amazon, despite the latter claiming to be the most well-stocked bookstore on and offline. His poetry really has the power to move. I can feel something inside me stir when I read them. Sounds crazy but it's true.


the names of the dead
sinking deeper and deeper
into the red leaves
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Winter burial:
a stone angel points his hand
at the empty sky
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Withered winter tree;
its barren boughs reflected
in the sick man’s eye
---
deep inside your mouth no more questions no more answers

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deep penetration the bedside candle quivers lightly in the moonlit room
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deep inside your mouth no more questions no more answers
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wild raspberry taste on the tip of your tongue
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snow falling
on the empty parking-lot:
Christmas Eve…
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In the quiet pond
even the touch of a moth
shatters the full moon
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old men on park benches
looking older still
this autumn day
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A night train passes:
pictures of the dead are trembling
on the mantelpiece
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Short spring night:
the mountain river
runs through my dream
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glistening
with drops of morning dew:
the cat’s whiskers
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Headless turkeys
hand in the butcher’s window—
Thanksgiving Day!
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Billboards . . .
Wet
in spring rain . . .
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The circus tent
all folded up:
October mist . . .
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I generally am not a fan of his one-liner poems but his three-liner haiku poems are amazing. Top on my list are the names of the dead, winter burial, parking lot, night train, wet billboards and circus tent. The haiku poems on death are so powerful I wonder what his views on death are. He also has this uncanny ability to invoke a sense of desolation and emptiness. Everything is empty and Emptiness is everything. Cool.
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