Oriana IvyI am standing still forever
in the amber of late August, in a rusty seaside landscape a rooster crowing and crowing -- and a drunken Russian sailor, weeping: See, you too don’t know anyone in this town. I am always leaving, leafing in unending autumn -- poplars toss as to a beggar coins of wind for luck -- parents, grandparents walking through bombed cities -- on missing graves they lay a wreath of smoke. I’m arriving: Go ahead, squeeze the lemon, this is America. A stranger greeted by strangers, I am always waving, smiling. I’m preparing for the future: I dissect rats and brains. Stiff with formaldehyde, a rat’s tail like an antenna sticks out of my purse. I receive invitations: Please come in your national costume -- But I’m standing still forever, a young girl about to step across the world -- my name trembles on the nervous loudspeaker. My name crackles, and I don’t crackle back. |
So we travel on earth seeking the terrain of Poetry, walking through wilderness and empty landscape or visiting those ancient sites like Dholavira in far-western Gujarat, or Mykenai in the Greek Peloponnese, or the Arawak campsite on eastern Carriacou in the Grenadine Windward Isles, pursuing that authenticity of experience in a form of antique material reality...
These are places, strange and vague situations where death is manifold and thoroughly extant to the careful eye. There are women’s bangles made of shell to be picked up from the saline dust or small copper beads and thin chert blades, or tiny obsidian arrow-heads that can be unhidden and disclosed beneath those bloody grey walls about the Lion Gate, or beautiful indented potsherds and ceramic fragments at the waterline where the Atlantic rolls out its long blue visceral waves...
Kevin McGrath 🐚Yoga of Poetry
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