2 Poems

From: jimleftwich@mac.com
Subject: poems
Date: July 30, 2006 4:36:28 PM EDT
To: shemurph@cox.net

#2 for sheila








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I kept looking in the mirror.
There go three boys
I am but this
soap, or look in the cabinet under the counter for soap,
pleasure. only ATTEND the Wars
Like a lantern
Not found.
“He knew that you change your mind every time you see some-
countries that gringos die like other men.
Their intimate layer charged with promise was the quick
Love is just a clue.
date 2 see the project
tell me how imagination, fancy & Romantic projections of
WIFE (entering their wall-to-wall carpeted living
clustered dissonance : flag hoisted by the exclamatory
Investigate the event.





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response to your “Difficult Made Human”
pp. 6 & 7, American Book Review

constructed of first lines taken from page 20
of the following books


Kathy Acker, Great Expectations
Hannah Weiner, Clairvoyant Journal
Hannah Weiner, The Fast
Leslie Scalapino, Objects In The Terrifying Tense Longing From Taking Place
Susan Smith Nash, A Paleontologist’s Notebook
Celestine Frost, I gathered my ear from the green field
Carolyn Forché, The Country Between Us
Joanne Kyger, Places To Go
Friederike Mayrocker, Heiligenanstalt
Esther Tellermann, mental ground
Alyssa Wolf, Vaudeville
Cole Swensen, New Math
Colleen Lookingbill, Incognita
Diane Ward, Imaginary Movie
Gertrude Stein, How To Write
Nina Iskrenko, The Right To Err


07.13.06





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#3 for Sheila



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it takes us in.
thanks that we rise again from death and live.
nothing into nothing)
it doesn’t exist. But it turns out that except for it nothing existed.
smiled their slightly childish smile.
“and I can’t hear what you say”
That they. Should console. Them.
she woke up from yet another unsatisfying dream.
climbed my own shoulder.
not too bad for a
Sun as a removal of the darkness
Opens the room of light to self inspection.
sites
eternal youth, her own love of herself.
that is body and bed
or nothing.
Occur to solitude in puppet white
can use
and it is.
Of elegy to me.
The descending kiss.
specific) and limitless.
experience finds an arrival everywhere.
And branches will be sketched onto an otherwise undrawn sky.
variety is not infinite at all
can pull from the ground and live to eat.
chicken soup. And so the fast ended last page.
grabbing the last baggies the last suitcases, & all of the boxe
past social reflection; dawn’s on dusk.
even though I cannot swim.










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response to your “Difficult Made Human”
pp. 6 & 7, American Book Review

constructed of last lines taken from the last page
of the following books


H. D., Tribute To The Angels
Ai, Cruelty
Michelle Greenblatt, brain : storm
Diane Wakoski, Smudging
Emily Dickinson, The Complete Poems
Alice Notley, Songs For The Unborn Second Baby
Hannah Weiner, The Fast
Rosmarie Waldrop, Blindsight
Rosmarie Waldrop, In A Flash
Leslie Scalapino, How Phenomena Appear To Unfold
Leslie Scalapino, Objects In The Terrifying Tense Longing From Taking Place
Susan Smith Nash, A Paleontologist’s Notebook
Celestine Frost, I gathered my ear from the green field
Celestine Frost, A Yelp in the Ideal
Sheila Murphy, Pure Mental Breath
Sheila Murphy, Leaflets
Sheila Murphy, Immersion Tones
Sheila Murphy, The Cause of Daylight
Sheila Murphy, arbitrariums
Carolyn Forché, The Country Between Us
Joanne Kyger, Places To Go
Esther Tellermann, mental ground
Lyn Lifshin, Naked Charm
Alyssa Wolf, Vaudeville
Nathalie Sarraute, Tropisms
Cole Swensen, New Math
Colleen Lookingbill, Incognita
Diane Ward, Imaginary Movie
Gertrude Stein, How To Write
Nina Iskrenko, The Right To Err


07.13.06