Killing, Nesting, Dying

       
I know I posted Gnod within the past week or so, have it again, it's so good, but yes, the two people whose opinions matter like the new glasses. Planet actually helped with the selection, I texted her photos of me trying them on in a mirror, the crew at Lenscrafters amused. Two bits of bleggalgazing: first, since I said I was going to take last night's header photo of Rosie and the sub-lede down I feel obligated to make this post though I thought for two hours I could stall it until Thursday, whattadope. Second, I also want to spend a sentence demonstrating how small I am by thanking the three people I linked to for the first time each taking one second to see where the traffic was coming from before deciding my unworthiness: Blegsylvanians, sheesh, be Kind, motherfuckers. Also What class. Not a bug, a feature. My future hell. Boatload of links. Panting for breath on a virtual shore. Know truth v avoid error. Tunneling under New York. Anatomy of a spambot. A poet on the road. Who is a contemporary poet? The glass essay. What would jesus christ sexx godd do? Gnod's soundcloud. Feldman. Also so good, the new Anthroprophh, a song below the poem, lots more will be here soon.





GLASS

A.R. Ammons

The song
sparrow puts all his
saying
into one
repeated song:
what

variations, subtleties
he manages,
to encompass denser
meanings, I'm
too coarse
to catch: it's

one song, an over-reach
from which
all possibilities,
like filaments,
depend:
killing,

nesting, dying,
sun or cloud,
figure up
and become
song - simple, hard:
removed.