Chimera Song Mosaic
Saturday, November 13, 2004
"At the postmaster's soiree
I wanted to be filled
as with risotto . . ."
compare to these lines from Dream Song #4:
"Filling her compact & delicious body
with chicken pÃ¡prika, she glanced at me
And the end of McSweeney's poem:
"The yellow eye boiling, the
beak pointing blackly to the floor
it goes over it again, and again
nothing is skipped."
compare to the end of Dream Song # 29:
"He knows: he went over everyone, & nobody's missing.
Often he reckons, in the dawn, them up.
Nobody is ever missing."
(I did not post McSweeney's poem in its entirety. For that, go to CROWD 2, 2002, or The Red Bird.)