Autopoiesis XCI (“Sun buried in the sea …”)

Sun buried in the sea, the angel at

the open gate warms her winter feet on

me. One day, quite suddenly, after so

many years, before so many years, blood

started to flow out of the little black

heart box.1973. Do you

remember Muggins Mouse? I read: Once,

on some opiate I confused that street

lamp for the full moon. Tonight, stone sober,

I almost make the same mistake. Mistake?

What do the moths think? I flip to a

random page: “Ode to Enchanted Light”: To-

night the world is a full glass of water.

This room will glow in the dark while we sleep.

[Note: Sources: JV cento 11. bp Nichol, “Ancient Maps of the Real World”, in The Alphabet Game; Laura Moriarty, “Golgonooza”, in A Semblance: Selected and New Poems 1975-2007; Yoko Ono, Exhibit C: Box and Blue Room Event, in Yes (eds. Alexandra Munroe with John Hendricks); Jean Vengua, “Wednesday, August 25, 2004 (for Mark Young)”, in Prau; Pablo Neruda, “Ode to Enchanted Light” (tr. Mark Strand), in The Poetry of Pablo Neruda (ed. Ilan Stavans). For (who else?) K]

Comments

[Bob]

Lovely. Was that the moon dreaming it was the streetlamp or did the streetlamp dream it was the moon?

[Ernesto Priego]

That last line is devastating in its beauty.