100 Days
Kari
Epistles
At Work
Entitled
That There
Animals
Grace Be
Love Ones
In Epistles
Antonin Artaud sort of generated this sequence of poems. They're not expressly about Artaud, not do they deal with his poetics. I was thinking french at the time and believe these poems to a tailoring, a dividend perhaps, of my working.
Hello Artaud.
How are you doing?
I'm fine
OK. Good.
Artaud dies (1)
He drinks (2)
My hands (3)
deer here (4)
lay about (5)
The Executioner's Tired (6)
real deer (7)
If he is (8)
Large Pair (9)
by counting (10)
He says (11)
He lies (12)
Me to Move (13)
firm world (14)
This is only, only
I am in (15)
fiercely the little
locusts (16)
The time being
You touch me
we refuse
We Dance
I went to be
a glass had
I know no snow
no gestures
in my mind, we
In the aerial
Dear Artaud
Le Blitz
I thought
Deer Drafts (precursor)
© Dawn Pendergast