SUBJECT>Re: A love poem POSTER>geoff EMAIL>geoffleone@hotmail.com DATE>1109444279 IP_ADDRESS>uhall-backlab-242t.fdu.edu PASSWORD>aa3znsx.4y15U PREVIOUS>83937 NEXT> IMAGE> LINKNAME> LINKURL>

For Asher.

Calling a love poem, A Love Poem takes a lot of guts these days. (And, Follow Your Intestines, said the guru).

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The broad menu of mythological figures calls up the Britishism, To smell of the lamp. This wants for all the world to seem a piece written by one sophomore for other sophomores. (Yes, I left the house without my mythology text, drat!)

To read it through with eyes become a little glazed is to learn naught new about love than one knew (very little) before the reading.

Best,

Geoff

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On Mount Parnassus, we took a chair lift up
: to ski a black diamond. You were Artemis,
: perhaps.
: That vacuole drains and leaves black bareness
: on Mount Parnassus, I conceived a black muse

: A lightening that turned
: in and ate itself/ Consider the anachronistic
: use of the word oracle. Check yourself out in
: A mirror floating. Follow the leader in the
: manner

: of a chaperon. This place is desolate, Namgyal.
: And the solus that you could not endure robs
: chickens of their heads as they run in frantic
: circles. They rise in the afterlife. The
: nucleus

: of the afterlife is only a word and I am trying
: to coin this...and yet. Always the turn
: of the worm at the end of mid sentence. I want
: to
: heave you. And yet we must attempt to make

: an account of how space grows vast without
: an oracle, because the chairlift has stopped in
: mid
: air and we are growing dark sun. And love is to
: remember/ however imperfect my memory.

: What if memory, a vacuole, leaves this bare
: leaping
: out in the hopes

: of what you could have been when you invaded
: me--
: a huntress. Always a turn, Romantic. If you can
: endure
: this space that grows vast/because to love is
: to remember
: you/however imperfect.