
the heat is off the east wall
so the spider gets busy
take this for inst. This thing
has dimensionality, this thing
has heft but saying what the thing Continue reading
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Comes the last allusion, now the final verse. Continue reading
Wind blasted sedges won’t lie down –
dried out reeds still have a trick or two.
Casuarinas in a thousand scaly fingered lines
voice the roaring all around. Continue reading
O twice cooked pastry (pale brown), how camest thou,
by ochre dunes and gravel plains, hurried o’er roads Continue reading
Alain de Botton in his book The Art of Travel (Hamish Hamilton, 2002) introduces John Ruskin a 19th Century English traveller, art critic and educator Continue reading
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Comes the last allusion, now the final verse.
Rhythm rhyme and metre, the poem right up close.
Below’s the ending couplet, proceed along the row
One last word, two consonants divided by an o.
Run past the concluding upright, a prop
farewelled by some circle, a blot, a dot.
from which the mighty all
teeming complex
burgeoning illusory
in a finely divided instant
is smeared on an inflating
balloon blown by
a small god
hyperventilating.
Image – NASA / WMAP Science Team [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons