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DANIEL KNUDSEN |
The ants of
the Pacific. Still, we do not believe that our list is
complete.
-Wetterer, James K. Ants (Hymenoptera:
Formicidae) of
The only thing that stops God from sending another flood is that the
first one was useless.
-Nicholas Chamfort (1741-1794)
a hard rain fell yesterday pock-marked suburban grass old life in a younger home
old drafts flooded.
the cardboard box couldn’t believe
it either. water came
grounded
little
papers in floating an
orgiastic
meeting of soaked papyrus in a suburban
basement. pieces
learning each other’s
names.
ant across
a globe. spun refused
along its axis. undeterred
the ant notice day is night
quickly. neither I carpenter
a profession
with hands.
mind {pun about Jesus}
make anything.
including falsehoods. furniture.
animals fuck up. yesterday
squirrel
shorts a leap of
headfirst into concrete
random
events
but carpenter ants make
beautiful furniture beautiful
toward
[terra
Function: So you mundus can know one
another pax.]
downward] It explodes. [upward
The tension will unhinge you,
{{pax<>terra<>mundus}},
they are building a [Function: Noun]
in my neighborhood, not [Function: Verb].
it is history that rises in arches.
career>
a public divine worship
<goes to church every Sunday> 5 : the clerical profession <considered
the church as a possible
body or organization of
religious believers: as a : the whole body of Christians b : DENOMINATION c :
CONGREGATION 4 :
hero, warrior. 1 : a
building for public and especially Christian worship 2 : the clergy or
officialdom of a religious body 3 : a
ultimately from Late
Greek kyriakon, from Greek, neuter of
kyriakos of the lord, from kyrios lord, master; akin to Sanskrit sura
Main Entry: 1. Church Pronunciation: (chûrch) Function: Noun Etymology: Middle
English chirche, from Old English cirice,
is history suppressed in covered
soil that
naked truth
it keeps out what is important. terra. mundus. pax.
see building a church in my
neighborhood, surrounded it with chain link fence.
more than terra and more than mundus.
theory that tension reveals a truth
truthful in its nakedness, for it
will always return to this,
the bare naked soil, stark in its
nakedness, nervous in its nakedness,
sweep out the earth and brush it
aside, view for an instant
a beginning, from exposed dirt
primal emerges, slowly, a sense of order.
the boundless hope container of a
human heart,
terra
still cut
I played pulling
You came by playing
walked about
with blue
we went on living
Two or suspicion.
I
married you.
I never
Lowering the wall.
a
thousand times, I never looked back.
,
I desired
Forever
forever forever.
Why ?
At sixteen
You went
far of swirling
gone months.
sorrowful
noise
dragged
you
the
gate different
Too deep
leaves in wind.
already
August
in the West
I grow older.
coming down the river
Please let me
meet you
As far as
1 Taken from Ezra Pound’s translation
of
Apolitical
Translation
translation is
قسمت
مشكل
bridge between understanding
our tongues become
تقلا
كردن هستيم
درك دعوا
كردن
among men women
child and
the
ocean's
زندگى
شلوغ
در سكوت بزرگ
به ياد اوردن
مى خواهيم
mountains، often silent
when
we are learning
نوشتن حرف
زدن
براى one another
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