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How We Listened

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Have you forgotten how we listened

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to what was not being said.

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The sun and the night both shining in Autumn.

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Shining upon what is concealed

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& beneath the crossroads,

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a deeply buried wind

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streaming through the empty house.

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Dedicated to my (late) brother Larry, whose birthday is 2/22, who cried over his black fish floating belly up, who slipped climbing the crabapple tree & gashed his belly open with a nail. We passed through the cage of black & white TV broadcasting one Friday late into the night and throughout the weekend until a funeral on Monday.

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My video poem concerning this event: https://vimeo.com/11304739

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I think I found the spiral Xray online a couple of years ago. Of course , neither am I claiming any copyright credit for the photographs of J.F.K.’s funeral. A detail from a still photo of a performer riding a horse in my video poem is also in the mix. I will take some credit for that.

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Laundromat: July 10, 9:47 AM

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I’m in the

laundromat

because my dryer broke

and this radio is too loud

and every song sounds insincere –

finally Annie Lennox and

the Eurythmics are singing

Talk to Me.

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I wonder when I’ll ever

get around to reading

Ulysses.

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The radiator is painted

an almost indescribable

shade of turquoise.

Lively but dead serious –

mechanical.

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The top of each rib protrudes

thin, flat and sharp.

I can imagine these edges

pressing into my face

after they arrest me in the

grand sweep.

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Harnesses and 19th century

contraptions hoisting the radiator

above prisoners strapped to beds.

Thirty full seconds for each

inmate.

What if they decide to heat them?

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Loud sirens nearby.

A city wind blowing

through the open door.

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A guy reading a

book asks me

if I smell

cigarette smoke.

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“No.”

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The World Screened by John Oughton

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The world through your window

is screened into rows of tiny cubes 

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that means we can remake

the world by shifting them

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a pure pane of sky shines

from the pine’s arthritic roots

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the library is strewn along the walk

which itself winds over

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branches, bedrooms. Shadows of things start

elsewhere and cross where they might be cloud

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the pedestrian’s two left eyes

regard the sun strolling on her leash

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as they move cube by cube over the clear blue lawn

her heart is (not is like) a bird

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The World Screened was previously published in Time Slip (Guernica Editions, 2010). John Oughton is a Toronto poet with five books published, and a professor at Centennial College.

rrrrrI wanted to capture the sense of real/unreal within this poem’s surrealism. The piano motif relates to background music, or a composition, in which the poem seems to move… I juxtaposed pictorial elements playing off the poem’s (in part) bright, Miro-like mood as well as the more subtly expressed romantic, melancholy yearnings.

O Christ Cedar by Susan McCaslin

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You among emerald drapery

from your wind-

stormed outpost

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plank and plane

vertical-horizontal world pivot

sprung from coastal seed

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humming core

flaking bark

woodpecker’s grail

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growing a wilder carpentry

taller masonry

more commodious poem

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Be in us the world’s resinous heart

hung in a spackled sky—

forest green

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hoist and balance

equipoise and reach

sylvan singer song

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Susan McCaslin, author of Demeter Goes Skydiving (University of Alberta Press, 2011), initiated the Han Shan Poetry Project in November of 2013, a union of the arts and activism to save an ancient rainforest in Langley, British Columbia. http://www.susanmccaslin.ca

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Artist Stasja Voluti generously allowed me to reconfigure and manipulate her photographs of cedar trees and ‘things cedar’ including crows visiting cedars. To learn more about her work visit: http://talonbooks.com/meta-talon/surrealism-in-text-and-image-a-conversation

 Nest and Three Eggs of Cardinal in Cedar Tree photographed by W. L. McAtee in 1905 as part of the series Birds of the Vicinity of the University of Indiana.