LIBRARY

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books, Foucault, knowledge, library, poem, poetry, postmodern, poststructuralist, power

LIBRARY

people disappear in
University libraries
they wander so far
off the beaten path
they have to be
corrected

chastised, conditioned,
classified

chopped up
analytically as
Foucault wrote

in that major
world-challenging, deconstructive tome

they probably got lost
looking for in the first place

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YOUR NOVEL

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Author, female, poem, poetry, Reader

YOUR NOVEL

your novel
is a soft, gentle place
for people to
escape to

from the terrible
worlds that I create

where the only sound
is the scream
as life is
crushed in
the vice of
absolute power

the rending shriek of
metal on metal

which is
our
Universe

our home
our lives

shown in
a slightly different light

across every single page
(they number
tens of thousands)

the story ending only
when the blood runs out

IN HIS NAUTILUS MACHINE

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books, Creation, poem, poetry, writing

IN HIS NAUTILUS MACHINE

the books are opening
their pages spreading

new vistas, landscapes
and the odd abyss

and as the
pages turn
exclusion zones

the entire library going
serpent
going garden

as the library sank, as
it headed off through the stratosphere
the children who could
not be contacted, evacuated
still there
spellbound, reading,

staring at the strange light rising from the deep:
Captain Nemo in his Nautilus machine

OUT

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Alien, art, poem, poetry, Reader, text, transformation

OUT
“we have learnt nothing”
Picasso

text he
downloaded

being alien
and a masterpiece
was incomparably
advanced

to read it we
had no
option
but to
become it
ourselves

love it, hate it
what does that matter
when you
are metaphor?

for final verdict, place
in the supreme
absolute canon

the jury still sitting
the jury still out

VULGATE VERSION

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erotic, female, innuendo, irony, love, philosophical, poem, poetry, postmodern, Sexual, Sexual innuendo, sexual symbolism, woman, wordplay

VULGATE VERSION

let us not
interrogate
rather
translate

speak, teach, preach
each other
with
our tongues

and
deconstruct all presumption
if inner, deeper truth
from the
perspective of
those sweet margins

and the church of dark and
light and gorgeous surface
lead us to
altar

sacred, hallowed
place where
rose
open, unfold
all
is revealed

your text, my text
unabridged, as
vulgate version

here
where
in plenitude

our meaning begins
is shared, it ends
(note on which
it all
depends)

HOWEVER EXAMINED

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Also Sprach Zarathustra, Nietzsche, philosophical, poem, poem poetry political moral, poetry, postmodern

HOWEVER EXAMINED

had sex
(once)

went mad
died

had a
boringly minimalist
philological life

so dead in the water
he told Zarathustra to
resurrect,
recreate him

and in this construction
balance the self
so finely
at the apex
of contrary

as eagle
and serpent
(the snake
in that
text
dancing the sublime joy
of infinite duplication

eternal recurrence of a wisdom
writhing through
that writing

marked by an ersatz,
interrogated favour
and joy
in the destiny
of
forever
swallowing itself

FLAT OCTAVE; FIERY SESTET

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books, burning books, Censorship, octave, poem, poetry, satire, sestet, Sonnet, The book

FLAT OCTAVE; FIERY SESTET

those who
burn books
(am currently coughing
in your smoke)

here you go: looking
for kerosine, a fuse,
a place at which you
can set this poem alight

but let me tell you:
you who burn down libraries
at the behest of a book

this poem is already on fire
you are to be included
in its conflagration

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books, Censorship, Fascism, Nazis, poem, poem poetry political moral, poetry, satire

IN THE LIBRARY

all the books in the library
are talking, shouting
screaming, imploring,
pleading with
the Einsatz battalion

not to
close the
door

not to shut
their collective
trap

ALL THIS SAD WHILE

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book, civilization, Consciousness, philosophical, poem, poetry, transformation

ALL THIS SAD WHILE

I walked; I ran;
ploughed into a tree

unlike the hunter-gatherer
I am supposed to be

and in that collision such
a jolt to my brain

could not
look at my stalk or be stalked
world in the same way

but sat beneath that tree
from which a book did fall
full of negativity, philosophy
and morals of mortality

which, to my sorrow,
I did imbibe
brain bursting
its bounds all
this sad while.

THIN

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books, Humanity, loss, pain, poem, poem poetry political moral, poetry, self-sacrifice

THIN

the veil
getting paper
tissue
thin

he felt he could
reach through
touch
something

catch, grab with
both hands, or
himself
slip through

things changing, final
truths to accept

he felt so cold, the world
so cold
began
to burn his books
to share their heat