polemical poetry to prickle the politics of "permanent austerity"
thistles stretch their prickly arms afar
toss a match on the immigrants.
fascists warm their giddy hands:
nationalism & #winning. christ it
is it a monkey thing? (it's a monkey
thing) the way chimps will kill
the oddball chimp. yes primatology
can offer insight & the demagogue
can pivot fear into votes: shriek
at the other sailing on
the winedark sea of accelerant
& toss a match:
doesn't have to hunt them down
in srebrenica, the muslims flee
toward the light. coming out of hell
a bonfire seems a possibility.
german genius to call it an evening stroll.
(they'll call the bashed-in head the love-kiss);
kristallnacht had a lovely sound too.
i can see an old man sipping coffee on karlmarx
strasse in 20 years, but for now somebody
somewhere is bludgeoned while we walk beneath the yellow trees.
the mass graves are full as we sit on a bench and talk.
the world-pain would be too much without a trick of mind:white
noise of terror, always somewhere else. it will catch up
to me, to all of us, someday seated drinking coffee, beneath
the exploding sky.
niels ege, action hero
linguist niels ege: danish teen cracking nazi
code, all language in his head, frozen
by knowledge (the tyranny of brilliance:
mediocrities publish mediocrity while genius
embarrasses itself). ege in berkeley 1968, he must
have laughed (envious?) at the hubris.
was it hjelmslev who crushed his spirit?
or made him great? i will toss the runes
to find that answer. his great translation of rask:
'investigation into the old norse'leads me,
a churlish skald, foolish, convinced of nothing
but the hegemony of genius, to the skein of words
tattooed beneath the tongue.
William Clunie, born Sept. 8, 1961, divides his time between Portland, Oregon, USA, and Berlin, Germany.