August 28 3:15/lc
(Towards a Community of Ethical Views con'td)
4.
Now the Poet pulls the red boat up on shore. The dock there, deserted. Subsequent
letters indicate Specters:
Toyen inking
her ghosts, Toyen turning pale as garlic chaff
In the air
a dry song
rasp of song
croaking out
two of a number
of ways to deal with the unvoice:
"Take the red boat back to the red sea.
Recall the torture of the flax:
hang linen cloths on sticks
at the threshold: they will keep the Devil
Occupied til dawn..."
5.
Now the Poet grew up and Toyen died. Reviewing several items
left behind by Toyen, the Poet penned a short lyrical abstraction, a pamphlet,
entitled: On Maintaining Your Blood in the Throes of The Blue
Fish Bureaucracy. She set the type herself: beautiful Bodoni. Each one
kissed the press. She rubber-banded them in bundles of 25 and put them
in the bottom of the red boat and went to sea. Each dusk she
tore one up, ate it and went to sleep. All night the owl's heart beat
impatiently beside her, and in the morning: blood on the pillow.
All day she rowed and sang:
"Remember firstly," she sang and threw back a fish.
"Remember secondly," she sang and threw back a fish.
Etc etc.
And she is rowing and singing to this day.
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