"after I am reborn, I'll try to read or write in a quiet place where the pigs can't get in and the cats send letters, it's really just too much . . . I truly can't face the world until I have slowly entered. I don't know if it's just me or not, but I can't come from ten thousand leagues under the sea to the present..."
--kari edwards, from "a diary of lies" (Belladonna Books)
CEDAR
pencil
making arrows
to the pain
green
washed from
liver
by the fire
FRANKINCENSE
it is a tired
position on
the map
can you afford the wait?
be asked first they
told us but
someone must
tell them to
ask so fuck it!
MUSK
dormancy entered a flayed
bond by
soda fountains of the world it
seems funny but it is
exactly funny how
exceptions cram
into the disappear
EUCALYPTUS
a streelight shows
its pole for miles
(send message to kari)
you missed the man
flying across the
English Channel by
backpack jet in 2008
it was on the news
LEMONGRASS
you laughed when
I suggested introducing
spitting cobras
to the parks
of Philadelphia
you introduced a chip
from corn grown
in Iowa
OPIUM
spider lowers
on silk from
your finger
you vouch for
the fly about
to escape
MYRRH
I'm a poet not a
motivational speaker
someone told me I can't
hate death without
hating life they're so full of shit!
I'm hating death
looking for you between the
microscope and telescope
WAKE UP AND UPDATE YOUR BLOG DAMMIT!
Wednesday, October 14, 2009
This poem was written from the (Soma)tic poetry exercise "Seance Your Own Way," using incense given to me by kari edwards a month before she died. She brought the incense back from Sri Aurobindo Ashram, in Pondicherry, India, a place kari and her life partner Fran Blau lived in for a short time. This poem was published as part of the anthology NO GENDER: REFLECTIONS ON THE LIFE & WORK OF kari edwards (published by Litmus Press and Belladonna Books)
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