Full page color illustrations of all the poems that addressed the birth of Ameryca first appearing in A Calendar of Poems (1974), now selected and embedded within these drawings a child left on the floor, dabbling at five.
Collected, they were put through many changes and filters now mostly forgot, then reproduced the old way of color Zerox on thick rag paper two decades ago at least. The idea was to publish them on a hand press, much in way it was desired to publish a Blake comic book too, which never materialized. I chose one member of my committee in 1974 solely on the basis of using that as pretext to borrow and copy his entire collection of Blake slides for this purpose too. Having no means however beyond this, the title that became Airy, but was in the file Momma Noture's Newfound Country Runes,was put away, but files magnified digitally to 4800 dpi by the once upon a time photographer assistant at Phoenix College who then had access to advance equipment, whose name in the course of events named and unnamed resembles this title, until it now emerges, after the skills necessary to Indie pub on KDP, matured to the point where these poems, but more this idea of the child, can be issued, after many efforts, in finest format. The original preferred format was 81/2 by 11 to show the colors best, but this had to be adjusted to 7X10 for the reqs as the next largest format that could achieve distribution. This vision of the child long held from that first impression on Mount Airy and when the Songs of Innocence were first encountered in the Geoffrey Hartman Romantics lectures attended, began to form this way as a chorus of lyrics of this bestiary formed to show the walk toward the flowering heart, taken as the the primal philosophy of the people the author was born to in the Germantown neighborhood of Mount Airy. Roethke, Open House, D H Lawrence, Birds, Beasts and Flowers, Ted Hughes, Remains of Elmet, among many have entered into this cerebration of the natural and the human. This one preoccupies with the incarnation of the child and has a realized place now in the various collections of similar efforts in various published and ms. form. Baby, sent at first acquaintance to Rachel Kendall at the birth of her child was the first effort to appear online before Little Bird Pecking, illustrated, in Fish Food. Flowering Heart was in the TQ in 74, courtesy of my director, T. M. Cranfill. These are the innocents, seen even in the Pig's Song and Snake, but now there means to be collected the more satirical poems, still lyrical, which obviously comes due with the timing of it all, these being issued for publication 2 Nov. right before the 2024 election of Donald Trump, but not actually cleared by the publisher until 7 Nov., after that election by acclamation. The volume that must follow had already been titled long ago as poems of America, the i and not the y, labeled at Mannequin Haus 12 in 2018 as A Vocabulary of the Opposite in the fashion of American history of this time cast, recasting in prose form the nursery rhyme folk tales mined from A Calendar. This vision is life long long held. The next effort, written from that old sheep ranch outside Austin inhabited in those days
heretofore will be:
Old Mac
DONALD
The simplest of lyrics asks questions we can't answer, like you have a knot in your brain. What ever could that mean? A list could be started with memory at the top, for were we to remember we might know how we got from where we were to where we are. It's involved with window panes. Some kind of see through action. It's softer than wood. Which leaves room for countless organics. The best part is the little bird itself which you see is heavily imagist free writing, or so it seems, until the strands weave a greater whole. What is it. Indeed what is it? The density and gravity of these long sentences is in one sense a capitulation to the inability to deliver the message that these events are occurring. This because of the anesthetic applied from all sources added to the ordinary human self interest, not to speak of the distractions and misinformation.
This woodpecker needs some soup. It's all in the brain.
First Premise,
the knot/not in the brain. Suppose the not of the knot, for there is a
not in a knot, has to do with the denial, but it is belief of a certain
kind, which cannot be anything but the way the child sees. Have you
heard of the contraction of vision in the adult. Is it the hand held?
Two things here are the not/knot and your brain. Does it sound like the pineal flows need to be loosed, dissolved. Are you a not? knot? Let's see.
Second Premise: the knot is softer than window panes. A see through knot/not flesh, not silicone. Silicone is the new form of body to inhaited by the jokees of Venter, Bezos and Musk tied up in their brains so they can live forever. Ho ho. Back to the brain, See though glass, looking glass, has to do with what we see, which is really what we think because if we don't think it we deny it seeing. Yes Dorothy, here is visual.
Third Premise, it's softer than wood, which if it's softer than window panes and softer wood is a progression of softers. Wood is living, but glass never was. When wood dies it at least can burn. Inorganic/organic, this ecology of the bird prefers the wood. Who doesn't prefer life is no longer obvious because of the tampering. Birdy wants to peck it out, so prefers the wood to glass, but it really really wants to peck the brain. Do you feel like the bird loves, wants to do you this favor? The only why to find out will have to tune in to the gorgeous outlook of the Fish Food website, now defunct.
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