this poem came out of my collaborative project with Scott Glassman:
Anatomy of a Scream
Cave glass, you take my breath
to go, flung and baited but crisp
isolate the green, bleed it
faces onto you seems
for your sadness, for its delirious
of silver that motor, that curtain,
we can never enter. The sea
asking us to swallow its name.
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OOOOOOOooooooo!!! I love "you take my breath to go." I can't help but give in to the compulsion to collaborate. The ghost of García Lorca says to do this with the title, alá one of his sonnets:
"Cave Glass, Anatomy of a Scream
you take my breath to go,
flung and baited but crisp
in blue birth. To stretch lightning,
isolate the green, bleed it
dry until he dreams jagged
faces onto you seems
like it already happened. I am glad
for your sadness, for its delirious
conflict, for the flecks
of silver that motor, that curtain,
that call from a closed room
we can never enter. The sea
is in there, boiling and still,
asking us to swallow it’s name."
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Ah yes,
"I am glad
for your sadness, for its delirious
conflict. . ."
Excellent!
(I'd love it on a postcard)
(excuse the Will-to-Sand-Plank)
;-)
funny you should mention Lorca, we were just talking about him . . . his duende is here in this poem
Lovely...makes me think of Jimenez, too...perhaps change "it's" to "its?"
Lorna-
Sand planks at will.
Your new re-organization makes me see how much internal rhyme I have (unintentionally, but surely not accidentally. . .)- green, seems, dreams, glad, sadnesss. Your rearrangement of the title also makes "cave" into a verb, (as I read it, anyway) which I like a lot. Thanks much!
Oh, and Jose, thanks for the grammar check!!!
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