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white harvest (Other) by <~> the stairwell is ripe:
at the edges of steps,
a startling scree
addressed to me
is heaped
in sharp-edged stacks
and at every slam
it shifts and scatters
clutters passage
so that others shove it back
pushing through the narrow path
'twixt and 'tween the white and metered avalanche
that once was a landing
I shake my head and skitter past
uncompelled to claim the mass
of claims that vie to catch my eye,
and thus, my checkbook
until at last
the mounds of mail
cascade onto the mat
so none may pass unharrassed,
unhindered through this nook
I sigh, I stoop
collect these dues
my fruits of neglect
and shudder at the massive task
spread out before me
I gather what is left inside
and promise (again)
that I will tend
with diligence
...once spring arrives
Up the ladder:
Pendragon
Down the ladder:
Same
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Posted: August 8, 2002 1:01 PM PDT; Last modified: August 21, 2002 12:28 AM PDTWeighted score: 6.0373454 Overall Rank: 1228 Comments:
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Frass @ 138.88.92.90
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8-Aug-02/8:37 PM
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Dickensian? I'm way off. You put us, as readers, there.
Utterly shocking, you could have been so crude, and yet its all so mundane, how dissapointing.
tell me about it..fucking mail..and stamps..and mce outfitted anthrax carriers ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. no me pen...no me pen...no me pen...me no see.ahhhhhhhhhh. i need an accountant, more than another joint.more than charlie sheen and listerine....7/10p
now that's funny (comment to "danny boy"...<brought to you by 'trap door' the only way to say goodbye.> hi z..o
au contraire my dear they at least do not have to deal with you with such immediacy. The dissapointment of the gready coperation is nought compaired to the spurned lustings of a ranker. To them you are nothing but a statistic (one of a million filthy scabs) on the yearly balance sheet. To me your your place amongst the great unwahed disheartens to the core
Your inability to pay debt marks you as one of the great unwashed. As for spuring me my dear you have never and will never be fortunate enough to gain such an opportunity. Although you right about the immediacy thing even when i try hard not to. It was my anticipated glee that was so cruelly spurned.Have a good day at the office Hugs and kisses Doylum
ah, dearest d, we come from different worlds, don't we? i never said i was UNABLE to pay my debts... that's not what it's about. at all. sorry i didn't live up to your expectations, but i bet that happens a lot. regardless of my own state of 'unclean,' i feel that the poem is clean. ta.
We may indeed come from very differnet worlds although i fail to see how. Inability to pay your debts is most certainly what its about whether from a lack financal or moral ability - I'm alright Jack keep yer hands of my stack. Yes my expectations are dashed not infrequently, thank you for the concern. What world do you come from?
my world is so very similar to yours that sometimes i think that they might be the same, but then i remember: my world is full of grey. my world is refillable 3 times before 6/28/03. the edge of it scars my feet. on either side is a chasm. the path will flatten again; it always does. have you forgotten what that's like, to be away for a while? or are you an uber-mensch, who has never lost his balance?
i never got there in the first place, my balance is of an egg, thank you for calling me dearest, and for listening to what i have said. Which wasn't more than drivel, but you responded in kind, but at least a bit of discourse, which here is hard to find.
I must eat and be merry good day my dear.
I love the first line, and the deceptive way the poem leads you to think it's going to be about more than an unwillingness to pay bills. It's something we can all understand and it's become heroic! Though I must admit I rifle through my post as soon as it comes in case someone's sent me an impromptu present. They never have.
Every responsible adults utter mind fuck..a reason to drink, and heavily.
Z? what do you do for a living other than write great poetry? Who are your favourite poets, five please? Name five of your favorite places on the planet..whether you've been there, or not?
yes. heavily. drinking, that is. so nice of you to join me this evening. no, of course i don't mind, in fact, i'm flattered you'd go to such lengths to get the interview.
hmm, let's see, what do i do for a living? well, for the sake of keeping me living, i get in as much music as possible. took up the fiddle this year you know. (yes, yes! another dringk for the lady and myself. (YES! OF COURSE DOUBLES!) sorry, baba, so hard to get good help these days. where were we? oh, yes, living. and out-of-doors--absolutely necessary to take it all in. love the smell of wet earth. it's a diifcult time for me, winter. especially since the electro-shock therapy, you know, to stop the addiction. to sex. you saw it on the news? i thought so. who didn't, really. perhaps if i had left the boyscouts alone... but they had such a bad rap for all that homosexuality lately, and well, i was just doing my part, i thought. funny how many of them weren't prepared. they are now, though. poets. 5 of them? 1. emily d-- obviously. 2. e.e.--the man knew the language inside and out, and i hate him and love him for the things he did with it. 3. walt whitman--was there ever a bigger ego? a man so enamored of his way of being? i wanna party with that cowboy! 4. lewis carroll for the worlds he created. nonsense words like those in jabberwocky--marvelous display of form and function and feeling fusing! amazing. 5. shakespeare. not often thought of as a poet--the man could turn a phrase to make your head spin. more so in his plays than his poems, but zounds! he was gut. okay, you asked another question here, right? ah, yees, favorite places--- 1. lost lake, westwood trails, cockaponsett state forest, guilford, ct. i hike here. 2. york harbor, maine 3. grasmere 4. prismatic springs 5. grand canyon i think you see how they are linked? i don't much care for cities, baba. see you at the next question, dear. yes, the ladies' room is upstairs, 1st door on the left. you have to jiggle the handle after you flush.
wonderful. thank you, and lovely answers too might i add.
I spoke to Tony tonight, we are going to move forward. Thanks for connecting us. 291 view(s)
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