http://archmemory.blogspot.com/

Sad poet stories, are there more? Who are these poets and why are the "big guys" not talking about anything except their belly buttons?

Blogrolling the Courageous, non bigoted poets as follows (you won't find Ron Silliman on this blogroll!):

http://joshcorey.blogspot.com/
http://pjoris.blogspot.com/

(..to be continued as research takes time)

Notes of City Sheperds

This land is written
by the indigenous,
flowers and broad striped fish,
terrain split by rivers<<<<<
in hard tilled land.<<<<
Great patchwork fields
become deeds forever
tucked into blankets.
On and on so balances
feign universe like this,
bi and tri lingual.
The mass of ocean
measures time against
sand so entranced,
washed stones strike,
in salty kilns the others,
the smooth and rocky hearts
piled with no reason.

Chorus:

This border of our land
runs ragged to tarmac
near city maze.
North wind sculpts
with horse hair bow
in buffet of silence everlasting.
Dry down the daisy
in limestone rock
perched accidently there.
Sing: our misery in shepherd
gapes open to the sea.


This map a cold front
coda to an end
it points.
Spring falls from
trees to apple blossom.
Peat steams joy for screams
in breaths forgotten,
these of foreigners
built into boots
of perfect straw.
Where we have been
in order to go
silent and single filed.
Whirl to down
our set of stairs
into calcitic waters
to rise like light
from wells inside wells.
So wait our magical bones,
types of things unspeakable,
in! swallowed the skin.
Miracles of tedium,
quick fingers in violin.

Second Chorus:

This border of our land
runs ragged to tarmac
near city maze.
North wind sculpts
with horse hair bow
in buffet of silence everlasting.
Dry down the daisy
in limestone rock
perched accidently there.
Sing: our misery in shepherd
gapes open to the sea.


Final Chorus:


North wind sculpts
horse hair bow
down the daisy
over tarmac heart
bow the buffet
daisy it down to
horse everlasting
in boots of straw
near kilny sea.
North wind sculpts
horse hair bow
down the daisy
over tarmac heart
down near the sea
down near the sea,
down and near
the sea.


Final:

Da cow and da sheep
da cow and da sheep
dae weep and dae weep,
'caus dar is no sleep
for da cow and da sheep.