after a page from Anne Carson's Nox
I am looking
a long time
into the thin sorrowful sky
allowing it to be
seen
memory burrs
in silence
cigarette-smoke-soaked
it is indecipherable
truth resists formation
facts cannot
be got round
© 2013 Maureen E. Doallas
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The inspiration for this "found" poem in this page from Anne Carson's brilliant memoir of grief, Nox (New Directions, 2010):
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Anne Carson at New Directions (Be sure to see the links to related posts.)
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5 comments:
I like the way you blur the syntax by your choices of line-breaks. I've been re-reading C. K. Williams' collection "Repair," where he also stretches and contorts syntax into impossible grammar that opens up multiple resonances in the poem -- as you do here
A great "found" poetry.. cannot avoid to trace some autumn sadness in your imagery. Wonderful and haunting lines.
truth resists formation ...
aint that the truth, but it doesn't seem to stop us from trying to make the truth be what we want it to be ...
You capture that ache of loss in such a straight forward way. A perfect found poem.
Maureen, this poem gathers up that page and presses it deep into a heart. That "thin, sorrowful sky", the "muteness" of the brother, "overtakelessness"...I am just about undone by this one thin page and the way you've pieced together these found words.
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