Day Two: Timequake

by | Oct 18, 2020 | Dean Cleaning Two | 6 comments

Over the course of lunch

a peregrine falcon dismembers a pigeon

On the window sill I lay a red cloth

winding the chopsticks about with scarlet thread

waiting wanting wantoning 

naked nape to mandoline while Edward

succeeds Victoria

while Elisabeth succeeds George

Sated on scraps

Bursting our bounds

Landfalling we carry High John

Seaplanes scooping bellyfuls 

All water futile to Mopti, Segu, Timbuktu 

Raging archives 

 

Bloodtipped we volley decades

Bossa nova centuries

jujuing mamboing bottle music highlifing rock 

hopscotching millennia before sliding to rest 

 

Not just going away into a tenuous frame

Unsaying “change will come”

“This too will pass” 

In leaving while Elisabeth is at work 

Holding what we hold in parallel 

Kniving polite through her nice 

imperious love is fugitivity

6 Comments

  1. Tommy Dean

    “Over the course of lunch

    a peregrine falcon dismembers a pigeon” What a striking, visceral image to open with! The way it starts the process of creating the metaphor!

    “waiting wanting wantoning

    naked nape to mandoline” omg yes! to those -ings, to the naked nape to mandoline! This is gorgeous!

    “jujuing mamboing bottle music highlifing rock

    hopscotching millennia before sliding to rest ” yes! so much love for these ings! Love the construction of this piece! it’s so urgent and active!

    “Holding what we hold in parallel ” Love this! A brief moment of status in such an urgent piece! bravo!

    • Paul Beckman

      Clementine- Another fine piece of writing. A lot to like but my number 1 is: ““waiting wanting wantoning”.

  2. Kella

    Clementine!!! Whoa (or woah as the kids now spell it). This poem is so fresh, so full of life and death and sex and imagery that can’t stop, won’t stop! (Also, I swear I don’t use exclamation marks this much typically.)

    Where my heart stops (in a good way):
    “a peregrine falcon dismembers a pigeon”
    “winding the chopsticks about with scarlet thread”
    “naked nape to mandoline”
    “Bloodtipped we volley decades

    Bossa nova centuries

    jujuing mamboing bottle music highlifing rock

    hopscotching millennia before sliding to rest ”

    This poem has a punk-rock ethos and I love this meditation on killing vacuous statements like “this too shall pass.” I want to spend so much time with this piece, to see it in fresh light for each time I read this poem something else reveals itself.

    Beautiful and brilliant writing, Clementine!
    High fives,
    Kella

  3. Constance Malloy

    Yes, yes, and yes to the piece and everything commented on before me. I want to read this over and over, because the language is so vibrant. How is it not pure joy to say: “jujuing mamboing bottle music highlifing rock” Thanks for adding such spirit to my Sunday morning.

  4. Francine Witte

    i love the language in this and the fun you have with the language, which is obvious to the reader. I really enjoyed this.

  5. Roberta Beary

    The wordplay in Timequake is superb. I see the first quake in the grassy enclosure outside the Tower of London, peregrine falcon and pigeon both part of the poem and part of the scenery, and then we’re off, quaking all the way, “hopscotching millennia before sliding to rest”. Wonderful title, too, all those layers upon layers.

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