Thursday, December 04, 2008

Facebook game...on pg 57 instead (poem by Anne Carson)

XIII. IT IS A MONOPRINT OF DEGAS SHOWING A WOMAN'S HEAD FROM THE BACK CALLED THE JET EARRING

Inside information.
He sought her. He sought her everywhere. Through the nakednesses
of his imagination. In sorrow. In foxholes. As deer flicker way off in a wood in late
winter.

He knew he would destroy the deer.

He sought her in her virginity everywhere in it (fray'd and fled) from top to bottom
of the little looms of the whitish green and the shivering.
He sought her in the ribbon of her missal.
In the faded black smell of its sateen.
In punctuality.

He sought her in the word mistress but she wasn't there, he should
have sheltered in that doorway from the beginning but now
it was night.

He made night seek her too.

Possible night, impossible night, pegs, strings, stringing her to her own
impersonation of
him.

His hand to brush a mark from his face it was her face.

Hesitate,
oh hesitate.

from The Beauty of the Husband

4 comments:

Anonymous said...

Note sure what game this is, but damn, this is beautiful! Gonna google this Anne Carson dude but quick! LOL.

Peypeyoh said...

You're right, it is a hard one - but I want to pursue it too - maybe I'll write longer about it on PPuisi...I'm glad u liked it though ;)

Kak Teh said...

pey and kenny, just to let both of you know - I am no longer facebooking. So - see you both in blogosphere.

Anonymous said...

ahem. why no updates for so long? are you hooked on facebook? :-P