Wednesday, April 21, 2010

Sleeping with Electricities

I applied the n+7 technique to a poem by James Broughton called "I Sleep With Elegies" (clever, no?).

I sleep with electricities
I breakfast with obligingness
I cohabit with erasure.
Notation isn't what hurts
It's the shrillness and the wind
it's the acidity of withering.
My plagiarisms collide in mezzotinto:
"Come sweet Deambulatory"
"Dear Lifter let me live"
Will lighthouse yellowhammers of
heavenly disfiguration
be an ultimate holy-ghost?
"Heathenishness is here" said the masker
leaning on my outcry,
"here where it hurts."

1 comment:

  1. I really like this poem and the way it came out, especially the last three lines. That it was created without intention is so great to me. 'Here where it hurts'.


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