Friday, September 09, 2005

fish chapters

(Part the Fourth.)

Chapter 9: Cape May Jazz

in here
it's a rose-trellis garden

slope-shouldered waiters in white shirts &
black-&-white postcards

that flicker of movement,
that's the drummer

if you are not here
please raise your hand


Chapter 10: homestead

skyline broken-scape
scrap pages collected
out of collective memory,
a state vacation:
in other words,
a View.

you remember you could almost
see the smell of the ocean.
you suspect
i am not coming here for me but
i am not coming here for me.
you indulge in the memory of indulgence.

this is not one or three or five nights
spent wining, promenading,
gallivanting & consuming
& so forth.
it's nostalgia in a particular
light, for nights, & days
preceding nights,

& knowing that this is here
every night
for someone,
& for every someone, a night.
they hang beads & mirrors
& glass
over it all
& you remember.


Chapter 11: bankruptcy.

it's still day out here,
those children who lay siege
to our tower with a tennis ball
& almost unnatural yells
have gone north,
next door & the door after.
i can still hear them.
sun setting left of me,
up here on my geranium prow,
basalmic vinegar stains my skirts.
if i am seated i am invisible,
& i can reflect on my spiderplants
unseen, another pair of eyes
in the trees.

(more scraps from last year's journal of the fish. because what else would i do with them?
for the curious, parts the first, second, & third. so there.)

4 little fish:

Blogger mysfit swam up to say...

ah the days and nights, the parties and the alcohol, the kids and the strange men almost setting our house on fire... i miss it

this is a good chapter - not abstract or obscur, but very very vivid and imagistic...

12:32 PM  
Blogger jenn see swam up to say...

is it less obscure because you're familiar with the references, or because there's more sensory details, or because it seems more normal, or what?

elaborate, please.

3:11 PM  
Blogger mysfit swam up to say...

im not sure i meant obscure, to be honest, i couldn't think of the word - some of your poetry is accessable only because i was there or because i know you - i don't feel that in this chapter - but then i was there so i could be wrong...

"because it seems more normal"
who are you asking again?

12:02 PM  
Blogger jenn see swam up to say...

i'm asking you, & i'm asking again, because you really didn't answer it the first time:)

7:18 PM  

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