Hematite Heirloom Lives On (Maybe December 1980) (audio only)
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The Descent of Alette [“I walked into”]
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1992
Individual Time
I’m calling out from pictures to your vision creating it
turn right, that dream building cutglass window in door.
Automatically inside their apartment, you don’t have
to get there. This is before the lost sacred corpus vision,
someone says Look at my author photo. I
don’t really want to I’m turning to defiant metal
not a dream part, can you see it where the movement of
images turns back towards me I want a
different, how I’m portrayed because you can’t
see me, visage. Look at me please. The soul is so thick
2013
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St. Mark's Place caught at night in hot summer, Lonely from the beginning of time until now. Tompkins Square Park would be midnight green but only hot. I look through the screens from my 3rd floor apartment As if I could see something. Or as if the bricks and concrete were enough themselves To be seen and found beautiful. And who will know the desolation of St. Mark's Place With Alice Notley's name forgotten and This night never having been?
2008