Jody's Notes
(December 24, 2012, 8:39 AM)
I just realized this. Really, I just did. (Just now, just this minute.) That in a way this poem anticipates the style of poem I generated in Hereafter Landscapes. Not entirely, of course, not in every way.
(I always have mixed feelings about this--really mixed feelings. On the one hand, I like the idea that I'm working out new stuff right now--that I'm not just recycling old maneuvers (ideas, styles, punctuation-techniques--whatever). On the other hand, I like the idea of being precocious: of coming up with something really early--when I was fifteen, when I was seven, when I was looking at adults, blinking at them from my vantage point in my cradle.)
(It's hard to have everything, especially when everything contradicts some of everything else.)
Tenaciously walnut,
the throatless dead still
demand justice. We
tattoo books with their
history; supply blunt
instruments, bright posters,
sheep for guides.
Scrutinize snow for messages.
Wait your turn (find a line
if you can). Weather
keeps no promises.
© 2002 Jody Azzouni