-- Jonathan Ball (via email)
Here's a snippet of a poem gleamed from a review by Norman Finkelstein over at Jacket.
Consider the opening lines of Tablet VIII:
go into all the places you're frightened ofHear Armand Schwerner read over at Penn Sound.
and forget why you came, like the dead
what should I look for?
what should I do? where?
aside from you, great Foosh,
who is my friend? a little stone,
a lot of dirt, a terrible headache
and more than enough worry about my grave. Hogs
will swill and shit on me, men
will abuse me (29)