"Union After Time" (abecedarian hay(na)ku)
Union After Time
Against
brave captions
descendents eventually fade,
grave
happenings intervene,
jaspered kinetic links
move
no openings,
puncture questions, resound.
Sincerity
trails uvular
valor, women's X,
you,
Zanadu, avenues,
barren crowds descending,
emerging
foreign guesswork—
heavenward, intent, just
knowing
love's morass—
nightward oppulence pressing
quartz
recordings, spinning
traveling under vacant
ways,
x-ray's zenith:
able, bartered, captive.
(after Scott Glassman)
Against
brave captions
descendents eventually fade,
grave
happenings intervene,
jaspered kinetic links
move
no openings,
puncture questions, resound.
Sincerity
trails uvular
valor, women's X,
you,
Zanadu, avenues,
barren crowds descending,
emerging
foreign guesswork—
heavenward, intent, just
knowing
love's morass—
nightward oppulence pressing
quartz
recordings, spinning
traveling under vacant
ways,
x-ray's zenith:
able, bartered, captive.
(after Scott Glassman)
posted by Lorna Dee Cervantes at 1:40 AM
6 Comments:
Wow...
A
bootiful
cha cha cha
thanks
eileen
I love
"you,
Zanadu, avenues,
barren crowds descending"
The way the alphabet is doubling back on itself is very provacotive, almost creepy. Very cool.
What a terrific piece! The last line is a stunner, and so many beautiful moments. It cascades from such a mystical place, like your identity's shimmering across the entire terrain of consonants and vowels. Bravo!
a beautiful challenging dilemma effortlessly flowing. Good, hell, it's just kick-ass lyricism.
Thanks, all. It's for the inspiration y'all give me, posting your good poetry on your blogs. Also, Mark Young & Ernesto Priego, in particular.
And, of course, Eileen. I love the form. Perfect for a Xicana like me. It's liberating as I know what to expect. You can walk in the dark, so to speak, as you know what's ahead. No more line break agony! Yea! I doubled-back because, I guess, I never wore a ducktail & couldn't figure the math. (I never *do* numbers) so was just going to go until it came out on 3, and the context & content supplied the option, besides the sound-sense. Kinda like lucid dreaming. Going to bed with a certain "intent" in one's mind. Not "thought" or will. So, poezie, my favorite, too, that part: "you,/ Zanadu, avenues,/barren crowds descending". The interruption in both music & idea, from Ah! You! "Zanadu, avenues. . .". You expect some strolling to be going on sometime soon. But it doesn't. Kind like short brute Reality.
And who says po-blog reading is a waste of time?!
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