all the form
held
was the ruin
of the poem
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| GAUGUIN |
in the fever
and stunning
solitude in that tiny
hut on Hiva Oa
his last picture
showed Breton Snow
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| CELESTIAL
MECHANICS |
I'm an intimate
of all fall down,
this drug regarding solitude warms me like a sudden sun
not altogether healthy
for the silent scream that's in it,
every pore a vacuum as
my flesh is swept by solar winds.
The curse of one's most private mood
turns elliptical and clean
and turns again, bursting speeding and renewed
generating poem, or dance,
or quiet rioting
with staring at the wall.
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| (UNTITLED) |
Ah, to be East
of the Apple
where the Islands
are Long
and life
(as everywhere)
is short
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Tony Quagliano (1941-2007) has various works
including poems in New York Quarterly, Harvard Review, Rolling
Stone, New Directions, Yankee, Spring: The Journal of the
E.E. Cummings Society and The Pushcart Prize, as well as in
numerous Hawai‘i literary journals. His books of poetry
include: Language Drawn and Quartered, Fierce Meadows, Snail
Mail Poems and pictographs. He edited the special Bukowski
issue of Small Press Review which appeared in 1973. He was
the editor of KAIMANA–The Journal of the Hawai‘i
Literary Arts Council.
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