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Paul Hoover's most recent book is Totem and Shadow: New & Selected Poems (Talisman House). His new collections Rehearsal in Black (Salt Publications) and Winter Mirror (Flood Editions) will appear in fall 2001 and spring 2002, respectively.
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Blanco y Negro The dimension of a figure is crafted from within, where the edge begins and the center folds. The worm in the apple mythic and reverent. Overturned cabs at the closed airport. The body's drama not- withstanding, this is meaning's fix. A harp- like cry. To be shunned and feared on a carib isle, said the absence of the man to the presence of text. All of summer to its fog- soaked core, said the father of duration to the mother of the mess. As the moral drapery shakes, the same adored face beams at its mirror. Beyond that, black. Lumber spilling from a truck lands as always on a shed of blooms. The wind bears away the season's grit nearer my god to wit and tennis. The outer limits of the shapely mind are often rift- bound, but they can sound in the open throat. The letter and the law in excess of meaning and ceremony's plan. More remote than that the soul won't go unless as sprawl and then just look, all the etched glass light can't find. In name's avail, find the name weightless, sea beside the sea in dimension and candor. The cement won't dry in structure's palace. But see how it thickens things as they aren't, Jesus music for old lost boys. O, and Green size without design past without a history at what height midday enters swinging its gate. . . and this much later presented in language not in perception the field's white design an old bone sequence contemplation's edge planned as a texture we are playing a game of appearance the what world leaks on the language hand to say another and mean knife among the pub crawlers emotional voices hands in water: eyeless spies of a discontent evening the warm mind shrouded humorous and astute rumors we carried who cannot endure silence or size infinity's brief articulation each curve of the water redesigns light bends seeing briefly in which pattern deepening the background the fourth eye canters a footprint goes straight to these windows sand blown sand city along the coast restless |