An attempt to engineer a song in reverse - from poem, to name, to poem again. The point of reference was originally the third chapter of William Carlos Williams' "Paterson: Book Four." Now, we tend to pick and choose somewhat randomly.
Tuesday, October 29, 2013
Paterson: Book II, Chapter 1, p. 45--(so close are we to ruin every day!) II
(so close are we to ruin everyday!)
Graham:
you can have
my leg-skin
(when I die),
if you want it.
KMC 10/29/13
Sunday, October 20, 2013
Paterson, Book II, Chapter 1, p. 55-56
Capital of Call and
Response
Let me
say again:
the present
is never present.
Yes, I know:
a pun.
The implication, of
course, is our gifts
are behind us:
signifying old feelings
through old money
and at times
celebrating the
ongoing nature
of things.
But of course,
none of us can wait
to open them.
How could we?
Another call
and response.
A confirmation
of existence
a moment ago
and a moment
ago;
a string of pearls
run backwards
to ourselves.
Words!
Sing!
Song!
Thing!
But this sermon
is tired;
and I am
spent.
More sense,
borrowed from sense;
more pretense
borrowed from tense.
So much giving back,
so much taking—
and then
taking—
but always, like
sound, like
light, in
waves...
sound, like
light, in
waves...
My words, and
your words;
my words, and
your words
are currency.
my words, and
your words
are currency.
KMC 10/18/13
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