POEM OF THE DAY: from Anne Carson's red doc>
Hearing Anne Carson read a few weeks ago inspired me to read all of the books of hers I had yet to read. The following is an except from red doc> (2013), a sequal-of-sorts to her novel-in-verse Autobiography of Red (1998). As to whether the sequal is as fabulous as the original: not sure yet. Ask me in a week, when I've read them both again. All I know is, I missed Geryon and his little red wings, and I'm happy to see him again….
A LITTLE ZIPPER whine
that runs along the
convolutes of his ear
licking in under every
bone like a bad emotion.
It could be morning noon
midnight the sound never
stops. He stands watching
a thousand whitecaps go
diagonal on the bay.
Components of today
include a shape asleep on
the floor an erased white
world the tumblers
vibrating in the closet and
he brought the wrong
book. Alive in a room as
usual.
