Tag Archives: Raymond Farr

Unless It Is Beauty or Death I Remark

      We are In the city & headed… We don’t Know where Just to see What’s what & check out A little Dark Side Of the Moon On vinyl       & “Hey,” Says the Record store Outlet guy— The image Of a … Continue reading

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This Being Late Spring in Sonora

We imagine him Walking to his car— A man seeking just The right music To drive away to             & how this Tells us everything About him             Everything But how the soft Baby voice of his Absence & the motel He … Continue reading

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The Artist like a Gleam

For Cy Twombly       It’s the Atrocity of Finding out       It’s these Notions of Other versions          These Necessary Lines in & Of pictorial Diminutions Greeting us Fending us off This glass Standing for Glass only       It’s this Moment Notched into The … Continue reading

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A Fiction Concerning the Fate of Some Grey Birds

      A small boy writes his first name in the snow & gets lost in the dusk in the details the only game being the disappearing man game— shades of his one true identity standing off by himself his small lyrical … Continue reading

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An Opiate’s Flowering Sadness

In her garden Stones are Mottled dogs— A bone pile Of lost epics       & spring A punch line Of Appearing & Disappearing Ears In the grass— The earth has An opiate’s Flowering sadness       & the sun— By day a Yellow … Continue reading

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& So the Poetry of Arrival Is Being Rewritten

The poem that occurs today should occur against history —Tan Lin             & on this, The most familiar Of streets, a row of lit-up Windows is a grave I must visit His or her face falling away In peels like petals … Continue reading

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The Dead Are Like Upended Houses

There is Traffic At dusk & we are Rushed out Of buildings We are Standing In line We are Waiting For our Faces To return To normal— The eyes Of a thousand Befuddled Pilgrims Still shifting In horror The air … Continue reading

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