A prelude to some old notes on Susan’s last (gorgeous) book from Kelsey St.
from Gevirtz’s Thrall:
p. 26, the city’s edible foundation “positing levitation / as twin to dwelling”
p. 34, “Taking the scapula and / putting in the wingspan of a bald eagle. This way”
from C.S. Giscombe’s Here:
“all names / had fled from memory and from the map both. // I saw typescript loose in the air all around our location when we spoke / in the dream, // the sentences disembodied but readable”
Wallace Stevens’ Auroras of Autumn: a mother & father in the sky
H.D.’s star-aster
Rob Halpern’s dis-aster
Robert Duncan’s”In Blood’s Domain”:
“The Angel Syphilis in the circle of signators looses its hosts to swarm”
Cecilia Vicuña’s Unraveling Words & the Meaning of Water:
“& if I devoted my life to one of its feathers”
the feather/object/invocation skyward/inward/(as earthward)
& event/performance, unraveling the book
Norma Cole’s My Bird Book & Mars
Hölderlin’s “In Lovely Blue”:
“Would I like to be a comet? I think so.”