Jonathan Mayhew Sends Along This Joseph Ceravolo Poem:
THE WOMEN
They have the corner
half seated on their thighs,
and long braids tied like drainpipes.
Their hair is a drainpipe
closed from rain.
In the corner of their eyes
is a building of grass.
Their smile cracks
plaster of paris streets.
When they look down
their eyes are orange slices.
They sell little peaches
with brown small rotten dots.
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Not much to say on this other than, I really love Ceravolo. I'm not familiar with this poem, but it seems like it must be a later one. His language usage really becomes much more conventional in the later work. I like his use of repetition of both sounds and words here, and while his "vamped" usage is played down a bit, it's still a lovely poem--the opening two lines are marvelous. Ah, hell, the whole poem is really something. How's that for a completely uncritical appreciation?
"I am an idealistic, naive, passionate, truth-seeking, spiritually motivated artist, unschooled in the science of law and finance." --Wesley Snipes
Tuesday, April 27, 2004
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