Sitting on a Desk Together at SMU, 1982

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Sandra McPherson - Non-Music, Poetry (Literature)

Sitting on a Desk Together at SMU, 1982

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In memory of John Ashbery (1927–2017) A girl moaning: I don't understand "Wave." You said, Maybe you should try selected whitecaps. I saw, on a flight to Honolulu, plane-shadow on whitecaps. My eye tried them. Yours could, in its sleep. Others needn't think of them as waves but as scratches in the furniture, light wood under stain. Obscurity stains almost the whole half-globe, hemisphere. The wave was running at something, a sea-wall, a boundary that even as fallacy hurt its nose, forehead. It left bits of horn on the beach. And you want that girl to pick them up? There's a bird crowd beachcombing. Humans love going to fragments — it's Greek. Pocket the pieces, some too small to fetishize but not to single out from the grand current of forgetting. There's something unclear for us each: start perhaps with Cynddelw, a person of long gentle thinking the color of breaking day on a deserted sea; or when it deserts its own, you'll find a boot — rust and salt leather to give back, or dance in; or should you take the liberty to trespass in the middle of that sea, re-reckon — men lower nets, greedy unconscious desecrating a grave; or you'll start muttering to remains of springy clams, their umbones junked rainbows joined by tar, and make thin sense of what you collect. Faced with bounty of krill, filter less with cerebrum than baleen. It's what comes through the foam. Here's the take-home: An octopus wears my wallet now.

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