To begin ...

As the twentieth century fades out
the nineteenth begins
.......................................again
it is as if nothing happened
though those who lived it thought
that everything was happening
enough to name a world for & a time
to hold it in your hand
unlimited.......the last delusion
like the perfect mask of death

Wednesday, February 19, 2020

Jerome Rothenberg: Previewing “A Book of Infernos”: Six Poems & a Coda




[The excerpts that follow are from a new work of mine scheduled for publication later this year by Lunar Chandelier Collective: 34 poems and a coda derived loosely from the cantos and circles of Dante’s Inferno, “for the infernos and hungers of the worlds around us.”]

INFERNO 1

In the middle of the journey
words began to change

my hand tore loose from yours
trying to turn the wheel

but growing numb


INFERNO 2

Daylight was going fast
the sky awash with stars
like blood or sand

the company around us
growing feckless
unable to find a place to rest


INFERNO 3

God is pain
& leaves us a broken door
to crawl though

that the wind snaps shut
trapping the mind inside
unable to find a place to rest


INFERNO 4
Limbo

Thunder overhead breaks hard

the more it sounds
the more they run from it

poor prisoners inside
a house of plundered dreams


INFERNO 5

A light that drives them blind
they stray abandoned

thinking of the chances lost
of bodies raw & flailing

in a muddy wind


INFERNO 6

Those who have gorged too much
are hungry still
never too full to calm their craving

the more they eat
the more they need to
go on eating


A BOOK OF INFERNOS
Coda

A man with three mouths
once imagined

sucks out the life from those
he swallows

the privilege of the rich
escaped & safe

the sky no longer
beckoning

who hide behind
each other

driving back
the dark invaders

they are the final guides
for this inferno

guarding what they build
& plunder

under a black sun
that will lead us

to another world
a gilded hell

the hungry earth
absent a dream

unable to call us
home

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