12.
clouds have covered the whole
day slowing down my rhythm
I walk as barefoot on carpet
placing words carefully
dozing off a bit hanging
poetic moments behind my eyes
.
.
.
.
After Wallace Stevens poem Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird
.
7.
some people sit and read
the program but do not pay
attention to the music or the tempo
they do not single out instruments
they need punctuation in poetry
prose in the shape of a column
.
.
.
.
After Wallace Stevens poem Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird
.
*
awe rising with
me in the
early morning
snow covering
the tall mountains
in the desert
three days
of rain almost
continuous
a rare sound
tip tapping
on the skylights
winter holds it’s
own rhythm
lacking patience
to stay longer
.
.
.
.
.
*
I went to look for soul
.
it’s a music I was told
I hear nothing with my ears
hearing voices is bad
.
it’s rhythm and blues
.
I have no rhythm when I’m blue
I lay paralyzed
in panic
.
a void.
.
With soul the body moves
improvising on
vocal tension
.
clapping
.
I improvise often
don’t feel like clapping
air or silence or loss or hollowness
.
we must intend differently
.
yes, an internal principle
reached not
by human
effort.
.
.
annamosca 