Posting a black out tomorrow because I have a day off work finally. Get pumped.
The Bobolink
We are the wet months
in southern states
enemies of winter
the fawn in the backyard
searching for apples
And I will perch on the fence
of the coming spring
with the bobolink
We will be milkweeds in the garden
thistles beneath an evening sun
As for the crocus
I will sing her song
with the full lungs
of the bluebird
And perch on the fence
of the coming spring
with the bobolink
hey guys, some of you might recognize some of these elements from the black out poems on here.
Hey all 14 of you.
Tomorrow I start this project back up.
I can’t believe I stopped.
I loved doing this.
blacking out Swift and Crocus Garden tonight. Hopefully I can finish this up and put it all together. I just watched a documentary about the “Beat Hotel” and how Burroughs started doing his cut up writing there and how Ginsberg and another poet didn’t like it all because they thought it wasn’t as pure and genius as writing from your own brain and pen. I think it’s just another style. More like painting or drawing with what is in front of you.
The Crocus Garden
(from The Nature of Blacking Out)
The snow is tired
winter is not beautiful
he wants to look like
a green sprout
or yellow sunlight
he leaves his overcoat
of white on the ground
before pollen crawls
into his body
this is the beginning of men
bending over to garden
years of cold weather
into spring
Swift
(from the nature of blacking out)
I live in the hollow mouth
flying recklessly with the
burned wings of a chimney swift
I hatch in large numbers
each feather is
a bird in the morning
an insect in the evening
and a hole in the mouth
as the shape of a song
Nature Study - Lesson XIII
we are wild
in the night
wild when her
scent is detected
rave about his
rock-like gait
we run to the dark
home of animals
similar to us
