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Text for Three Songs from the Forest by Wendy Griffiths
Metallic
by Elaine Equi
A gong is struck
in the temple of a dream
signaling
change.
On the bare stage
of a bare room,
some that are not there, come.
Others not there, go.
While we in the audience
assume new positions, ideas.
Like a spear, the sound travels
through the night
and next day—reverberates
still—a subtle difference
more felt than heard,
but distinctly.
The Owl
by Arthur Sze
The path was purple in the dusk.
I saw an owl, perched,
on a branch.
And when the owl stirred, a fine dust
fell from its wings. I was
silent then. And felt
the owl quaver. And at dawn, waking,
the path was green in the
May light.
Pied Piper
By Nick Flynn
He wanders
among us, village to
village, hauling his sack
of rats. Nightfall
he stands, at the edge now
of ours & in
the dark releases them. They
gnaw our sills & eat our
grain, they fill our
wells & find our cribs
& lurk among our
apples. Morning
comes, his shingle hung—
the solution is his song.
Some offer
gold, some offer milk, what else
to do, we’re over-
run, we each must make
a promise. Those
without, what can we offer—
a child will do, just give
a name, he’ll fold it up, he’ll
take our
word, his smile a blackened
sickle.
comes, he
plays his song, past barn, past
gate, the rats
now wake, they go
to him, the song he plays, they
tumble out & tumble in
& back into his sack. When he
returns, his fee now
owed, some
sense a trick, some sense a lie,
& some
refuse to pay him. Our promise
breaks, he shakes
his head, he wanders off, we sense
a chill,
the woods around us dark &
deep, the trees around us
listen. That
night he’s back, the song
he plays, our children rise
now up from sleep
& out they stream, into
the street, parade away
behind him. Morning now &
no one knows & morning now
& no one hears
& to this day they’re huddled
now & somewhere now
they’re waking.
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Erik Texter: spildra
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Dan Cook: Third Life
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Josh Burdick: Humdrum
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Derek Tuttle: Reflection
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Text for How I Hate Disease by Nick Main
Song (I am stuck)
by Frank O'Hara
I am stuck in traffic in a taxicab
which is typical
and not just of modern life
mud clambers up the trellis of my nerves
must lovers of Eros end up with Venus
muss es sein? es muss nicht sein, I tell you
how I hate disease, it's like worrying
that comes true
and it simply must not be able to happen
in a world where you are possible
my love
nothing can go wrong for us, tell me
Ancient Music
by Ezra Pound
Winter is icummen in,
Lhude sing Goddamm.
Raineth drop and staineth slop,
And how the wind doth ramm!
Sing: Goddamm.
Skiddeth bus and sloppeth us,
An ague hath my ham.
Freezeth river, turneth liver,
Damn you, sing: Goddamm.
Goddamm, Goddamm, 'tis why I am, Goddamm,
So 'gainst the winter's balm.
Sing goddamm, damm, sing Goddamm.
Sing goddamm, sing goddamm, DAMN
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