Hematite Heirloom Lives On (Maybe December 1980) (audio only)
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“I walked into” “the forest;” “for the woods were lit” “by yellow street lamps” “along various” “dirty pathways” “I paused a moment” “to absorb” “the texture” “of bark & needles” “The wind carried” “with a pine scent” “the river’s aura—” “delicious air” “Then a figure” “appeared before me—” “a woman” “in a long dress” “standing featureless” “in a dark space” “ ‘Welcome,’ she said,” “& stepped into” “the light” “She was dark-haired” “but very pale” “I stared hard at her, realizing” “that her flesh was” “translucent,” “& tremulous,” “a whitish gel” “She was protoplasmic-” “lo
1992
I keep going back to that word
the French like it trahison the French are partly me
in micro-particular disposition I sing
I’m most fascinated by metaphysical
betrayal and its off-color quarter-tones I mean
I mean it that a bit of matter could humiliate
2017
At night the states I forget them or I wish I was there in that one under the Stars. It smells like June in this night so sweet like air. I may have decided that the States are not that tired Or I have thought so. I have thought that. At night the states And the world not that tired of everyone Maybe. Honey, I think that to say is in light. Or whoever. We will never replace You. We will never re- place You.
2006