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reducto anagramatico sunday afternoon 1915 wallace stevens
come give balm to the gusty grieving
nights to hush day green the seas
for her dark oranges bloom an
indifferent inhuman evening
of cherished comfort and wings
like wide complacencies
but next moves in mythy gat motions
among any hind’s heaven or paradise
& cries cause the sun’s littering
our afterwards river sky relinquish
the mountains and whistle in her porch
death still the imperishable inescapable
for receding boughs to wear sleeplessly
the sun colours to hang of sky bosom
serafin plum the perfect rivers the hills
the lay sky paths that live impassioned
upon grass phrases in extended cries over
her peignoir and coffee upon blood calm
Robin Ouzman Hislop is on line Editor at Poetry Life & Times at Artvilla.com. His numerous appearances include Cold Mountain Review (Appalachian University, N.Carolina), The Honest Ulsterman, Cratera No 3 and Aquillrelle’s Best. His publications are collected poems All the Babble of the Souk, Cartoon Molecules, Next Arrivals & Moon Selected Audio Textual Poems and translations from Spanish of poems by Guadalupe Grande Key of Mist and Carmen Crespo Tesserae (the award winning XIII Premio César Simón De Poesía). In November 2017 these works were presented in a live performance at The International Writer’s Conference hosted by the University of Leeds, UK. A forthcoming publication of collected poems Off the Menu is expected in 2020.
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Somewhere Over. An Audio Textual Poem by Robin Ouzman Hislop
Oh when the saints tread tenderly flora & foliage are abundant so the pain with bird song is not seen with the lessening of in my eyes human traffic bury me here go marching in & laugh in the face of the wind & come back next year bring me the face somewhere over the rainbow when will we return? of the grateful dead i wanna be & i will sow skies are blue the flora of tomorrow will the deserts be green again amongst that number as when homo erectus trecked through them? once in a lullaby what did they seek freedom? before confusion & the babble of tongues when the saints go marching in
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Episodes. An Audio Textual Poem by Robin Ouzman Hislop
episodes however brief virus in the slaughterhouses obedience to the state or there is fragmentation a world of fragmentation is not of epiphanies but epitaphs they tell us surrounded by hegemony that camouflages our right of way we multiply in the expectancy to gain the wealth of the world it is our sadness as we grow old the fear we cannot care for each other this is what the walk of life has led us to misunderstanding the unknowable unknowables the something and the nothing noths helpless as leaves upon a tree we struggle on in our suffering as so many millions upon millions have done must do in silence & stoicism remembering lost friends & relatives without blame for we cannot enter their minds i had had a surprising dream about death i figured but so personal i didn't want to speak about it to anyone in case i might make it happen early morning mist rain thunder rolls on the blue mountains this really is the kingdom of exile where we play with words the silent absent words yet embedded in every action even as we think before we speak words that tell truth & falsehood are fragments episodes however brief
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Go Go Go Poem. Audio. Robin Ouzman Hislop
go go go
there’s no grail in the grainy day
i’m so tired of stirring glue
one more time lady of the night
go go go i’m outta sight
power plays with psychopathy
what’s left of words our pathology
i took my baby down to MeJico
the place you know you go go go
i’m so tired of stirring glue
& tomorrow’s just another shoe
where there’s no lack for being strange
where the world’s already twisted & maimed
one more time lady of the night
what’s gonna make it through & through
we’ll all be dead at the sight of you
go go go i’m outta sight
we’re pathologically psychotic
you can put it got it got it
our words blasted in the thunder
& tomorrow’s rainbow’s no penumbra
where psychopathy plays the one number
kick arse this world so full of shite
come on down lady of the night
go go go i’m outta of sight
i’m so tired of stirrring glue
we’ll all be dead at the sight of you
holocaust plague & famine too
the map’s rotting over the ruins
words turn to bones in their tombings
like waxwork effigies we melt in the blue
i’m going down to MeJico
you know the place you go go go
come on down lady of the night
i’m gonnna dance with you outta sight
we’re on a wave that’s gonna disappear
a field that evaporates in thin air
then suddenly again you’re standing there
dancing with time forever there
come on down lady of the night
i’m gonna dance with you outta sight
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