Plants do not sleep, Aristotle maintains. Think of that watchfulness. Tons of it, pounding in history, in hours--there they were awake at the Battle of Salamis, there they were awake when the snake licked Eve's toe, there they were nodding up bright-eyed and famished for news all along the path to the back kitchen door as Holderlin went slippering past for a ten AM tryst with Frau Gontard.Readers of Anne Carson will not need to be told that was her. Here is Louise Bourgeois' offering:
Not quite the 19th century yet.
Why he still had his slippers on.
I was always aware of a possible silence fallingand John Waters (I still can't quite believe it is the same John Waters, but so it seems), who sets his lines in the dead center of the page all the way through the book:
like the cover of a tomb and engulfing me forever.
The silence overruns the room and I am afraid to hear
my heart beating; this danger coming from inside-
only a continual flow of words can push it aside,
if not control it.
Listen to chaos, waterfall, the Marne locks--
Beethoven, a river that carries rocks and trees,
the thunder rolling by.
Sequel to Russian Ark-done in one continuousand finallyHelen Cixous:
three-hour take, filmed entirely under the Caspian Sea
Before any century, when the earth was still alone, the waterand so on. I am cutting Cixous short, but I will get back to her in a bit. Some of you probably already know Horn's work with Cixous.
was already not alone...
Further to my comments on Christie's Canada Post I am thinking of the project of the book as a distinct undertaking, apart from the collecting of poems. I don't want to be unfair in my assessment--the jury is out as to what it might be fair to expect.