how to write about love but still be fake. (circa 1963)

 

 

First it raced around my head.

Then I raced around. Fidgeting

the delicate, five pearl buttons

that I adorn and give attractive

names to, even before I stand them

straight up in their iron

stanzas.

Bringing nouns into the storehouse

with the high grain and then

counting each kernel, with the mice,

until excited. Until libidinal

gratification makes this instant

the protected focus of Eros.

The erotic love of silos.

 

And the feeling is so large

as not to be,

a force,

eschew of me.

Like witnessesing  a lighthouse

or the corrigendum of warm days

shown with its correction on a separate

sheet of cool evenings. Or the

tender preparation for bed even

when the blood becomes elevated

in response to seeing moving trains

or feeling whistles in your prayers.

 

Yet I agree with all who came before me.

With Plath picking up young boys

in the late of night, escheat of

Hughesian fulfillment. Of contributions

made in red kettles with leftover coins

and then feeling less vulnerable

to be human. To love and be loved

by the child who bends over for

16 hours picking strawberries

in the heat.

I love strawberries.

 

And heartache, so much heartache,

carried away on the feet of migrating birds

or flushed out of the fallop after ovulation;

the yellow nugget graafian of Easter follicles/

because as artist

we are graceless and immortal

and stimlated by the iridescent

black plumage of,

and not the birds that nature

has painted black, or the three

sister goddesses in Greek mythology

who give charm and beauty

but little else,

But live among us

and mutate and

multiply and mutate,      and multiply.

 

 

I was told that in the end it is made better

because endings are always better;

since one can blow kisses to

the fish that was released.

And always better, like sealing

a love letter with the same

saliva you shared with a

w***e.

Reviews

[Tree]

Some real stand out verses that made me pause, back track, and ask myself: did that just happen? I think you really captured that feeling of getting lost; the damn enormity of it all...

Poignant and vibrating this is one of those reads that linger. And that last stanza with its final verse was evocative. I read it over and over, but the feeling you left me with/ just got stronger.

Well done, Dana

[jacob erin-cilberto]

you amaze me with your handling of language, metaphors, analogies...always fresh...

i really like the Plath stanza...and the last stanza...sharing saliva between a love letter and a w***e.

and still be "fake"--

writing about love almost from a totally objective point of view..like..i can fake all this and write about it..but i don't really feel any of it.

Awesome dear dana.... you never cease to amaze me with your damn good English, to ponder even for English speaking people off I'm sure ;)
"the protected focus of Eros.
The erotic love of silos."

I know the feeling, I so have a weak for the Greek too...
And you convey this brilliant.

I love you name "Plath"
one of my favs.....

"But live among us
and mutate and
multiply and mutate, and multiply."

And then the ending, my goodness.... top notch!
dana, if I colapse of beauty here, would you CPR me?
LOL, this was fantastic.... we always feel safe here too ;) you know
You're Detroit brilliance.

- Elisa

[Corset]

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Lol sis... this is purity into sisterhood......

[Corset]

he's pretty amazing right? Is it just me? I'm not just biased am I?