Jorie Graham – Of Forced Sightes and Trusty Ferefulness
(inspired by Sir Thomas Wyatt's My Galley, Charged With Forgetfulness)
Stopless wind, here are the columbine seeds I have
collected. What we would do with them is
different. Though both your trick and mine flowers blue
and white
with four stem tails and yellow underpetals. Stopless
and unessential, half-hiss, half-
lullaby, if I fell in among your laws,
if I fell down into your mind, your snow, into the miles
of…
"there are two ways to criticize idealism, dazed, having your head in the clouds (...) as soon as we talk to someone, we're propagandizing; and unless you're mute, you always have something to say to someone: that's why our comrades have to study language."
viva às vozes e ao que elas dizem
"que raio de governo era aquele, que tratava os trabalhadores como se trata um boi, que dele apenas se quer a força de trabalho? que raio de governo era o governo fascista, que só nos dava o exílio, a imigração, a miséria, o bairro da lata, a espelunca, a fome, a peste, o trabalho de escravo... a miséria?"
