Thursday, December 27, 2018

Gabriella Garofalo writes

Yes, dispersed words, loss everywhere 
And they’d better get smart with words or guns, snipers: 
You badly need them, life opens early in the morning, 
The tricky pawnbroker, the crowds - 
Self-control first of course, mother Earth eats her anger, 
She’s strong enough not to shake branches and body  
Whenever soul plays the master of dwellings and woods - 
So what? - 
Bit too much light in her eyes, she skids, freaks out,  
Ends up zapping grass, roots, the green therapy of dreams: 
Old stuff, them she should leave alone - 
That’s why mothers always so mothers  
Ask water for help then bin fruits -  
That very orange where you fire  
Is a bastard born out of womb,  
A long distance from deranged aisles: 
Down there stares skip souls, 
Outdo silence, strain, out-of-sync-words - 
Well, good for you and bless the Lord, 
In the good old days you laid the table  
And they gave you just bites. 

from "A Blue Soul," Argotist Ebooks

Sniper and 3 Goddesses --  Khaled Hafez

1 comment:

  1. Naming of Parts

    Today we have naming of parts. Yesterday,
    We had daily cleaning. And tomorrow morning,
    We shall have what to do after firing. But to-day,
    Today we have naming of parts. Japonica
    Glistens like coral in all of the neighbouring gardens,
    And today we have naming of parts.

    This is the lower sling swivel. And this
    Is the upper sling swivel, whose use you will see,
    When you are given your slings. And this is the piling swivel,
    Which in your case you have not got. The branches
    Hold in the gardens their silent, eloquent gestures,
    Which in our case we have not got.

    This is the safety-catch, which is always released
    With an easy flick of the thumb. And please do not let me
    See anyone using his finger. You can do it quite easy
    If you have any strength in your thumb. The blossoms
    Are fragile and motionless, never letting anyone see
    Any of them using their finger.

    And this you can see is the bolt. The purpose of this
    Is to open the breech, as you see. We can slide it
    Rapidly backwards and forwards: we call this
    Easing the spring. And rapidly backwards and forwards
    The early bees are assaulting and fumbling the flowers:
    They call it easing the Spring.

    They call it easing the Spring: it is perfectly easy
    If you have any strength in your thumb: like the bolt,
    And the breech, and the cocking-piece, and the point of balance,
    Which in our case we have not got; and the almond-blossom
    Silent in all of the gardens and the bees going backwards and forwards,
    For today we have naming of parts.

    --Henry Reed


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