memory/mouth

by the bay, outside juneau, ak. june 5, 2008

So, I've a long list of things that I have been meaning to post in this space, very long, likely rivalling the length of my thesis bibliography, but at this point, the words are still tangled up elsewhere. I have stories from Alaska, from the mountains here, and poem-fragments piling up, fattening my notebook. But I am so consumed with my thesis (all its words words words) & many many thoughts of all things various & sundry, so not much is surfacing here, yet. But soon.



I was reading Valzhyna Mort's poetry again today, the textures of her words tend to crack away at me, clamshell smashed open on rocks by hungry, urgent crows, devoured.



(untitled) - from her book 'Factory of Tears'



uspaminy

dva

pal'tsy

yakiya

zasunuli

u

rot

lyosu*





memory

two fingers

thrust

into

the mouth

of

life



-- valzhyna mort





*cyrillic + blogger = not friends today, so i transliterated.