OVERTURE: CHORUS
that
the hummingbird’s wings are of a remarkable rapidity he had noted often
nothing could be done the shift of his breathing had to begin
12
o’clock and he still hadn’t had a dermal
sensation
the block of the governor is therefore revealing
the
muck of the plains living blues
a means of reversing
whereof is so manifest
such
crooked crooked pathes, such ways this palace hides
wit and power, to study
the travail
new
adventures list he undertake
the way and its power leading to the outside
in
the eyes of the law a long time, & ideas rise up
toward toward gratification inhaling exhaling rise & fall
I
name that audacity with him
a hundred fold intellect does,
& the soul
I name that audacity
whose courage unmanned
in the form
that is
with
the heavenly heart excitations unbounded
INDOLENCE indolence
and distraction
directly
the roots of towards
punishment, towards
THE
ORIGINS
AND
HISTORIES simultaneous with:
who can tell in such matters?
OF
CONSCIOUSNESS he
blackened his face, his bowels
DISPATCHED
FROM THE EARTH BY HIS BROTHERS
HE
BEGAN TO star of the magi: regeneration
BREATHE
AGAIN temperance:
self-control
FOR
A LONG TIME NOW I HAVE FELT THE VOID
a peculiar token
LIKE
THE PLAGUE
a
power
creating
in the soul a craving of the
greatest force wild animals
size
of the altar indispensable for
those who are to apprehend his meaning aright
our
most logical form the syllogism like
consternation spread
has
the greatest force and the
big hat with the turquoise-inlaid eye
at
the bottom of her soul “Look!
Niña! It is the general!” on the
vermin of
the
house holding back the lymphatic
milk of fishes made in
silence
through
the way more literary than music
though so-called “music”
the
swarming “population” lo for this little while sugar curse Eve
fish-hook!
from
the freshness of my eyes little
boat and a smell of
the
revolver
ready
come oh bird settle a moment
EXPERIENCE
ANYTHING a bullock wagon
the
tramp of feathers the thunder drop the white snake
for
a long time now I have felt the void like the
plague
it is the
revelation a formidable call to the forces that
impel the mind
we
do not see it as it is but as it has been fashioned
moving heads
on rollers
animated
hieroglyphs
a
disinclination or resistance
rolling
eyes, pouting lips, muscular spasms
mirrors,
shoots, sources, (limbs!)
in
a pier is burning (east, east is burning!)
the
old man drew, in a black spirit, hugely, against,
in
the flickering light, again, against,
in
the earliest march, courageous,
far
more astounding astounding —
the
days in which
sweetbriar,
nebraska began
to rivet, it
shared
persuasion
at
the spring at sunset
simultaneous with: no sight of the
highway
for
a long long time
the
knight in disguise your
sweet dividing
informs
the statement
endlessly
there
who
knows its
effect to force
since
pleasure’s divided
the
would-be merman remove our ideas
offspring
of a union
the
foolish queen amphibians
reptiles
forced
to rise
at
a height above
adventures
while singing hot
winter’s weathers
the
book of breath
when
Peter Jackson preached in old church opes
his eyes
a
break of Yoga
factory
windows are always broken that
old old man
he draws, in a
black spirit, hugely
“this
is the price I pay
for
the light I shall someday see”
_________________
and
what if my body die
of
this small inland town
BUT
draunk
in tears no bird great beds of poppy only asleep dissolved
in
thunder jars no guardian nine times battered to wear & weaving
oh
keep him safe reveal him whose he was and who he was with the peak
of
the mountain & his bones were boulders the Egyptian asp ship onward she
bore
a child (clop-clop of horses) stored assembled and disassembled
the
startling
impact of their loud bursts of noise as they arrive
at unpredictable intervals of the stream—
the
lines which spread the
theater’s alchemy
at
night, anyway
in
a tight
net
the
huge
when
I saw that the light appeared I was astonished
& again fell down, fell dead away
this
is indeed the spirit of wisdom, the Eastern source
preserving their
antiquity
for
none of the pleasures I have is equal to what is given me
the lines which spread the theater’s alchemy
some
of these seem much older than was thought
God’s “immanence” or
“indwelling” in the world
a
particularly searching theory of the Shekinah
the King on
his throne
followers
developed in great detail
most shameful sinners, burned
the
process of creation burns, there are 2 versions of it, in Genesis,
in short, before all else, entirely
practical
works of the
Chariot
my
hopes for the theater are, strictly speaking, “idealized”
logos in vacuum
innermost joy bound by love
these
are the manifestations
the next morning I
communicated to my teacher
lines that spread
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Jack Foley’s radio show, Cover to Cover, is heard on Berkeley, California radio station KPFA every Wednesday at 3; his column, “Foley’s Books,” appears in the online magazine Alsop Review. He has published 11 books of poetry, 5 books of criticism, andVisions and Affiliations, a chronoencyclopedia of California poetry. In 2010 Foley was awarded the Lifetime Achievement Award by the Berkeley Poetry Festival, and June 5, 2010 was proclaimed “Jack Foley Day” in Berkeley. A webfestschrift celebrating his life and work can be found in the current Tower Journal: www.towerjournal.com.
Website: www.jack-adellefoley.com/Wikipedia article: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/
Adelle Foley is a retirement administrator, an arts activist, and a writer of haiku. Her poems have appeared in various magazines and textbooks. Along the Bloodline is her first book-length collection.
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Jack Foley’s radio show, Cover to Cover, is heard on Berkeley, California radio station KPFA every Wednesday at 3; his column, “Foley’s Books,” appears in the online magazine Alsop Review. He has published 11 books of poetry, 5 books of criticism, andVisions and Affiliations, a chronoencyclopedia of California poetry. In 2010 Foley was awarded the Lifetime Achievement Award by the Berkeley Poetry Festival, and June 5, 2010 was proclaimed “Jack Foley Day” in Berkeley. A webfestschrift celebrating his life and work can be found in the current Tower Journal: www.towerjournal.com.
Website: www.jack-adellefoley.com/Wikipedia article: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/
Adelle Foley is a retirement administrator, an arts activist, and a writer of haiku. Her poems have appeared in various magazines and textbooks. Along the Bloodline is her first book-length collection.
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