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Tag Archives: Raymond Farr
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
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
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
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
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
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