VICTORY AT SEA for Jack Damien Boucher Imagine for a moment we were never born… never carved from the misplaced passion of our parents, never carried from room to room and gently told this is that and that is this, never set down to dry in the sun after splashing all afternoon in our rubber [...]
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FIRES OF VENUS: “Erotomania”
EROTOMANIA It goes like this We wind each other Like clocks gone crazy Whipping bands of burnt sienna Coil around her arms Her thighs her wrists her stomach Our mouths Finally freeze, learn words again Giant pictures Looming above highways Show us how it’s done Books fly off shelves Pages peel themselves apart Spread flat [...]
FIRES OF VENUS: “Splinters”
SPLINTERS They must have been waiting all night for someone like you, these big boys who dance the dance of an earthquake in slow motion, their great flat faces immobile, hands fisted but ready for a quick blow in the bathroom or some twirly muscle fantasy. Crosses glimmer from the sweat and sheen of their chests. You free their smiles. [...]
FIRES OF VENUS: “Depth Charge”
DEPTH CHARGE So it has come to this: a shout, a sharp yank, a clenched fist metal drum punches the sky. The ocean is acid and crystal. Deep sea dreamer, this is for you. New York, 1993
FIRES OF VENUS: “My Nephew and The Butthole Surfers”
www.rotten.com MY NEPHEW AND THE BUTTHOLE SURFERS It usually begins with a sound not unlike the grinding of gears within the womb, pushing, pushing against walls of blood. But when the child finally cries the sound comes out backwards at the wrong speed. Each night my ten year old nephew surrenders to this sonic landscape, lies in [...]
FIRES OF VENUS: 2nd PULITZER FOR W. S. MERWIN
Reuters I know: this is not a news site. But since most of the literary news all week has been rightly focused on the loss of the towering J.G. Ballard, I thought it might not be the worst thing in the world to take a moment and recognize the awarding of a 2nd Pulitzer to [...]
FIRES OF VENUS: “Notes for a Poem Circa 1987″
NOTES FOR A POEM CIRCA 1987 This is a poem of family and death. Secrets. Drawn into the fluorescent light of the kitchen like a broken bone from split flesh. Candle, flame, wind, color, red, burn, thorn, brick, speed, wood, tree, wound, sore, fungus, cat, eat, room, family, sister, pain, movie, vertical, bomb, hair, love, blood, hunger, [...]
FIRES OF VENUS: “Shooting Star”
Lady Frida Harris, The Star (Thoth Tarot 1942) SHOOTING STAR for Alexandra Bradley I saw a shooting star She was a wonder I called to the sky and asked, “Where are you going?” She replied, “Anywhere I want.” She swept over the barren wastes And the desolate fields and The wreckage of war. She thought, [...]
FIRES OF VENUS: “Fear No Evil”
Adolph Hiremy-Hirschl, Ahasuerus at the End of the World FEAR NO EVIL She lifts her head from the pillow and says, There’s a wind in Jerusalem that carries positive ions; it drives the people mad in the summer. Her hair smells like burnt wood. It scratches my face as if I lie in a field of grass. [...]
FIRES OF VENUS: “Drums”
© Elisa Lazo de Valdez/Corbis DRUMS Deep under this lake there remains some vibration of green and sky, some summer of childhood long lost. I come here often, slipping from my thin white tubes, my stained sheets and straps, the still minute that inches toward me. The water is calm and flat. It knows me [...]
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