Ridiculous stain rooted thick pillar and
little courage unrecorded.
Perhaps decline runs again, eating anywhere
once despair reached reward rain sighting.
Old attitude surrounded in life specific,
incessant body jealous assembly dancing
into play behind cowardice.
Run fill society ribs, precise shoulders,
fading friends with ordinary horizon anxious.
Together which table which door nailed to
perception waves salute.
Breath cracked darkness, dawn throats
swallow, seek wrinkle where knowing alone
used the range the shore stamped endless.
There rides blood from whirling love,
makes false spread wings of living flow.
Storms night overblown last habit extreme.
Storms red once fronted before other need.
Process Note: I was
inspired by Mac Low's use of found or received
material. In 1994 I wrote a piece dedicated to
Jackson which illustrates my odd connection to his
work. One of my favorite books of his at that time
was The Virginia Woolf Poems (Burning Deck,
1985).The book contains a series of poems that use
words and phrases taken from Woolf novels,
primarily, as I recall, The Waves. I found out
later that these poems were the first in which Mac
Low used literary work as root material. That in
itself was interesting since my piece was the
first I had composed using words of another poet.
Actually, the idea was that I was using both
Virginia Woolf's and Mac Low's words. The way I
saw it, Jackson had distilled and transformed
Virginia's book, then I further distilled and
transformed his. My method was less unique and
simpler than his: I would erase most of a given
text and words that remained were the new text.
The unerased words were kept in their original
sequence, but reformatted with new lines and
punctuation.
The title of my piece was "Halo"--an erasure of
Jackson's title. This poem was published in
special Mac Low issue of Crayon. Then it appeared
in my book NO ISLAND (Drogue Press, 1995).
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