Wednesday, August 31, 2011

from aztec to english, from definition to poem...

ruby-throated hummingbird:
it is ashen, ash colored. at the top of its head and the throat, its feathers are flaming like fire. they glisten. they glow.

amoyotl (a water-strider):
it is like a fly, small and round. it has legs, it has wings; it is dry. it goes on the surface of the water; it is a flyer. it buzzes. it sings.

bitumen (a shellfish):
it falls out on the ocean shore; it falls out like mud.

seashell:
it is white. one is large, one is small. it is spiralled, marvelous. it is that which can be blown, which resounds. i blow the seashell. i improve, i polish the seashell.

a mushroom:
it is round, large, like a severed head.

the cave:
it becomes long, deep; it widens, extends, narrows. it is a constricted place, a narrowed place, one of the hollowed-out places. there are roughened places; there are asperous places. it is frightening, a fearful place, a place of death. it is called a place of death because there is dying. it is a place of darkness; it darkens; it stands ever dark. it stands wide-mouthed; it is widemouthed. it is wide-mouthed; it is narrow mouthed. it has mouths which pass through. i place myself in the cave. i enter the cave.

from the 11th book of bernardino de sahagiun's "general history of the things of new spain" (florentine codex) translated from the aztec into english by charles e. dibble and arthur anderson, 1963, via "some/thing" issue 1, spring 1965, titled "found poems" by jerome rothenberg.

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Monday, July 20, 2009

some landscapes...

landscape: 1

watching the moon
before sleeping


cherubic
frog
wanderer

sleeping

these
in
the
trees
watch
you

waking

dewy
water
pump

landscape: 6


lincoln's
birthday


eye
dance
to
stone

fourth of
july


then
a balloon
rises

christmas
day


a
child's name
for
silver

landscape: 8

passover

moon
over
this
april
road

buddha's
birthday
and
good friday


laying
dust
on these
sandals

easter
sunday


and the
sun,
stone,
each spring
trickling waters
moan

a few short poems by george dowden, from the journal some/thing, 1968

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