Short Poetry

[Clinton Huxley]

From Kathleen Jamie's collection The Tree House. This one is called The Whale-watcher:-


And when at last the road
gives out, I'll walk -
harsh grass, sea-maws,
lichen-crusted bedrock -

and hole up the cold
summer in some battered
caravan, quartering
the brittle waves

till my eyes evaporate
and I'm willing again
to deal myself in:
having watched them

breach, breathe, and dive
far out in the glare,
like stitches sewn in a rent
almost beyond repair.

[Clinton Huxley]

J. A. Baker's The Peregrine is one long, mad prose poem. It's exhausting to read, like eating a 12 course meal

“Approach him across open ground with a steady unfaltering movement. Let your shape grow in size but do not alter its outline. Never hide yourself unless concealment is complete. Be alone. Shun the furtive oddity of man, cringe from the hostile eyes of farms. Learn to fear. To share fear is the greatest bond of all. The hunter must become the thing he hunts.”

[Jason]

Selten habt ihr mich verstanden,
Selten auch verstand ich Euch,
Nur wenn wir im Kot uns fanden
So verstanden wir uns gleich!

[Audley Strange]

I was going to post Allen Ginsberg's Howl, but after looking it up found that it's actually longer than

I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked - See more at: http://www.poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmM ... OTPqY.dpuf

Wichita Vortex Sutra is equally as good. I hate poetry though so feel free to ignore me.