August Kleinzahler
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Young Girls Bring Parsley to My Shop
Wikipedia Poem, No. 537 poetic form he searches for solace in the poetic form arches for something like constant discovery outside e poetic form he searches for something like cons discovery outside of the poetic form he searches for so n the poet’s understanding or comprehensionnt discover side of the poetic form he searches for…
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“The Sausage Master of Minsk” by August Kleinzahler
I was sausage master of Minsk; young girls brought parsley to my shop and watched as I ground coriander, garlic and calves’ hearts. At harvest time they’d come with sheaves: hags in babushkas, girls plump as quail, wrapped in bright tunics, switching the flanks of oxen. Each to the other, beast and woman, goggle-eyed at…
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Going to Minsk
Wikipedia Poem, No. 481 dough stuck to eat (or stop cannibalizing it never ends all the dumplings will never end all like a black rabbit head such improbable writing plastic trimming never ending all like a rebus poem the throat himself (or a stand-in for the paris review facebook page someone somewhere must care about…
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Recent Notes
A couple of days worth of scribbles from one Google Doc. Much recent work is for publication elsewhere. The blog may be relatively quiet. Apologies. Enjoy my head turned inside out and gently browned. 03192017 In astronomy, the Pleiades, or Seven Sisters (Messier 45 or M45), is an open star cluster containing middle-aged, hot B-type…
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Wikipedia Poem, No. 258
or fall into the talk abroad that corrupts the few poetic souls who still sing in macbeth’s blood or uncleave our township & turn toward his broad blessings circled by mirth this is allowed in god’s bready decoy or hide the sea’s black-hair with no decoy those who ask with a polite smile pass…
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“Urban life is dense and fast and requires flexible structures that can incorporate speed and information.”
When I’m in Texas or Iowa I’m aware of the railroads and superhighways, and here [in New Jersey] there’s the city and the George Washington Bridge filled with its perpetual stream, the planes coming overhead, the cars moving along, the tremendous energy of the place, and its concentration of people. Nothing is still here. It’s very…
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