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Our role is this, we say:
This scratching, scraping away.
The uncovering of what’s beneath,
Beyond this silky veil —
The eternal exhale attempting its escape through my dirty mouth
The terrible shiver shaking it from me
— And all that waving of hands last night
looking out on this anthill
— this swell, this swarm
this bratty child screaming.
From that black tarry square
Where we soiled our seats
Looked into each others’ wild eyes
Touched each others’ green skin
To share that breath
And all those pinholes in the deep velvet above
Suddenly swelling with every drawn breath
— And to glimpse the other side
To pull back the celestial cloth
Our twig fingers thirsty for it
Shadows on our faces
Discontent with this slight taste of polaris
Bathe me — envelope me,
Accepting no less
— Drown me if necessary
Just give me rest
All that my skin can no longer hold
Will make stars of pores
Innumerable grains of sand
Benjamin Schwabe is am a writer and musician living in North Brooklyn.
the band comes closer
until the clapping ladies
in their gaudy flowered dresses
and the beer-bellied men
can feel the drum
striking in their throats
a beat that is now hardly felt
by the silent wraiths
making their own unseen procession
on the village green
the farmer is there,
who harnessed his ox
and milked each cow
with his own hands
on clean gray mornings
the hymn writer
playing the pump organ
at the meeting house
the buckskinned savage
who opened the secrets
of the new land
to new minds
and set his home
in any valley
who knew each work in his shop
and shaped it with his sure hands
the mother who made soap and butter
and raised her children
and read them the bible by the fire
who shook the walls
and spoke thunder,
who was listened to
other shadows are also here.
a buffalo shakes his horns,
the flesh on his strong shoulders twitching,
watching calm-faced –
the mustang, mane flying,
writing its history in the dirt with its stamping hoof –
the eagle, who was taken from his home
and fastened by his back
to flags and emblems, and died there, starving
these spirits are now
shadows behind the shadows
on the village green
listening to the big brass bands
and the silence in the crowd’s memories
caused by the unawareness
in the rest of their minds.
they were once living words
They weren’t invited
to this century.
to watch the parade
from their view;
the view of
Maude Larke has come back to her own writing after years of ‘real’ work in the American, English and French university systems, analyzing others’ texts and films. She has also returned to the classical music world as an ardent amateur, after fifteen years of piano and voice in her youth. She has several short stories and poems, three novels, and two screenplays to offer so far. Publications include Cyclamens and Swords, Sketchbook and The Centrifugal Eye.
It’s the 3rd Annual Manhattan Wonderwalk! Come join us as we stroll nearly the entirety of the great Island of Manhattan. We will visit familiar spots and little known pathways; we’ll see gorgeous public art and mundane displays of beauty. There will also be site-specific performances along the way. You may walk part of the way or all the way, just buy your map for $20, and you’ll be able to find us at any point throughout the day. (NOTE: tickets are $10 for Secret City members.)