Wednesday, April 9, 2014

Lock Yourself in the Lugubrious Gondola





More new Fennesz. A brief Napoleon update - he's fine - then songs and poems (including another new John Ashbery poem below the Baker) only this Dead Blegsylvania today.







THE ENTHUSIASTS

John Ashbery

That building has won over everything.
Here in high school opportunities are numerous,
but what are they for?
You could live like a girl of thirteen
in a single dream,
quash outside solicitations,
go back to sleep every time,
wherever your suns take you.

This is outside, and remiss:
It takes tools to deploy the core of your dream,
face a common ford others have crossed too,
on Saratoga waters, now and again imbibing
notes of lemongrass and coconut.
I told him we don’t get anything from North Dakota.
Bilingual bullying was on the next floor.

We had the most beautiful morning and afternoon.
    We just had lunch with
Dean Pavlov’s proxy; the entire breeze,
right on the tabletop here.
They’re not going to sue their money,
accident waiting to happen, which you would need
    anyway.
Leonard doesn’t take himself for just anybody.

Ah, ça alors! Mais pas du tout!
A very good guide, no doubt,
bringing up fine images in the guts of the past.
Occupy it by dint of occupying it.
I was saying that to you when
plotting new frescoes:
It was a comestible kind of love.
Get in and learn something.

Go smack into Mrs. Duvet. The heart’s buildings—
simply ripping. Half a building up
(and we need many), lock yourself in
the lugubrious gondola. He was
just standing over there,
talking to them.








DISSONANCE ROYAL TRAVELLER

Barbara Guest

sound opens sound



shank of globe             strings floating out




                something like images are here


                opening up avenues to view a dome



       a distant clang reaches the edifice.



                              


                understanding what it means
                to understand music


       cloudless movement   beyond the neck’s reach


       an hypnotic lull in porcelain   water break   mimics


       tonality   crunch of salad under waddling


                a small seizure
                from monumentality


                does not come or go   with understanding



       the path will end


       birdhouse    of trembling cotton



       or dream   expelled it   


       parcel   on the landlocked moor.



                              


                              explaining music


       and their clothes entangled


       who walk into a puddle of minnows;


                      minnows in a bowl


       consonant with water.


the drifted footpad



       ambushed by reeds signals the listening


       oars.


                              music disappears into oars.



                              


       in the middle the world is brown;


       on the opposite side of the earth


       an aroma of scarlet.



       this accompanies our hearing music;


       the sleeve of heaven


       and the hoof of earth


       loosed from their garrison.



       dissonance may abandon miserere


       on bruised knee hasten to the idol.   



                              


       and what is consonance—the recluse—



       entering and exiting   


       as often as a monarch butterfly   


       touches a season;



       by accident grips the burning flowers.



       in the stops between terror


       the moon aflame on its plaza.



                              


       autumn of rippling wind


       and the noise of baskets


       smell of tin fists.



       and harsh fists   


       on the waterfall changing the season;


       the horse romps in flax


       a cardboard feature


       creating a cycle of flax.



               music imagines this cardboard



       horse in cardboard jacket


               flagrant the ragged grove



                              red summit red.



       dissonance royal traveller



                              altered the red saddle.                         



3 comments:

  1. oh, i see you've added notes ..to the ..sounds , moors out of the tub, tow er is glacial, nor', to fa crane gone ,and royal of go' ld

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    1. of what the royal gould was in its brought to mind by something of reading above, of that at osgoode last after noon, when one of the lawyers suggested i could wait in a room while they went for the other lawyers ..of not going back out to the busy lobby of noise, i said .."yes i might bach out there like glenn gould ", and she said "who's he" ,/ i think of glenn as a' oh ,canada ..royal ..in his remaining here til death ..like myself

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