WEBVTT 00:00:00.000 --> 00:00:00.540 align:middle line:90% 00:00:00.540 --> 00:00:04.410 align:middle line:84% I thought I'd read the first poem in Tremble. 00:00:04.410 --> 00:00:05.850 align:middle line:90% It's called "Floating Trees." 00:00:05.850 --> 00:00:12.030 align:middle line:90% 00:00:12.030 --> 00:00:14.490 align:middle line:90% "a bed is left open to a mirror 00:00:14.490 --> 00:00:18.600 align:middle line:84% a mirror gazes long and hard at a bed 00:00:18.600 --> 00:00:22.740 align:middle line:84% light fingers the house with its own acoustics 00:00:22.740 --> 00:00:24.840 align:middle line:90% one of them writes this down 00:00:24.840 --> 00:00:26.870 align:middle line:90% one has paper 00:00:26.870 --> 00:00:30.120 align:middle line:84% bed of swollen creeks and theories and coils 00:00:30.120 --> 00:00:33.090 align:middle line:90% bed of eyes and leaky pens 00:00:33.090 --> 00:00:35.550 align:middle line:84% much of the night the air touches arms 00:00:35.550 --> 00:00:38.600 align:middle line:90% arms extend themselves to air 00:00:38.600 --> 00:00:40.920 align:middle line:84% their torsos turning toward a roll 00:00:40.920 --> 00:00:43.940 align:middle line:90% of sound: thunder 00:00:43.940 --> 00:00:47.040 align:middle line:84% night of coon scat and vandalized headstones 00:00:47.040 --> 00:00:50.200 align:middle line:84% night of deep kisses and catamenia 00:00:50.200 --> 00:00:52.930 align:middle line:90% his face by this light: saurian 00:00:52.930 --> 00:00:57.460 align:middle line:84% hers: ash like the tissue of a hornets' nest 00:00:57.460 --> 00:00:59.950 align:middle line:90% one scans the aisle of firs 00:00:59.950 --> 00:01:02.230 align:middle line:90% the faint blue line of them 00:01:02.230 --> 00:01:05.770 align:middle line:90% one looks out: sans serif 00:01:05.770 --> 00:01:08.290 align:middle line:84% "Didn't I hear you tell them you were born 00:01:08.290 --> 00:01:10.180 align:middle line:90% on a train?" 00:01:10.180 --> 00:01:13.060 align:middle line:84% what begins with a sough and ends with a groan 00:01:13.060 --> 00:01:16.810 align:middle line:84% groan in which the tongue's true color is revealed 00:01:16.810 --> 00:01:20.650 align:middle line:84% the comb's sough and the denim's undeniable rub 00:01:20.650 --> 00:01:23.590 align:middle line:84% the chair's stripped back and muddied rung 00:01:23.590 --> 00:01:26.650 align:middle line:84% color of stone soup and garden gloves 00:01:26.650 --> 00:01:30.550 align:middle line:84% color of meal and treacle and sphagnum 00:01:30.550 --> 00:01:32.560 align:middle line:90% hangers clinging to their coat 00:01:32.560 --> 00:01:35.410 align:middle line:90% a soft white bulb to its string 00:01:35.410 --> 00:01:37.270 align:middle line:90% the footprints inside us 00:01:37.270 --> 00:01:40.270 align:middle line:90% iterate the footprints outside 00:01:40.270 --> 00:01:43.800 align:middle line:84% the scratched words return to their sleeves 00:01:43.800 --> 00:01:46.340 align:middle line:84% the dresses of monday through friday 00:01:46.340 --> 00:01:50.070 align:middle line:84% swallow the long hips of weekends 00:01:50.070 --> 00:01:52.260 align:middle line:90% a face is studied like a key 00:01:52.260 --> 00:01:55.200 align:middle line:84% for the mystery of what it once opened 00:01:55.200 --> 00:01:57.440 align:middle line:90% "I didn't mean to wake you 00:01:57.440 --> 00:01:59.210 align:middle line:90% angel brains" 00:01:59.210 --> 00:02:01.690 align:middle line:84% ink of eyes and veins and phonemes 00:02:01.690 --> 00:02:04.400 align:middle line:90% the ink completes the feeling 00:02:04.400 --> 00:02:06.890 align:middle line:90% a mirror silently facing a door 00:02:06.890 --> 00:02:09.380 align:middle line:90% door with no lock no lock. 00:02:09.380 --> 00:02:11.060 align:middle line:90% the room he brings into you 00:02:11.060 --> 00:02:12.890 align:middle line:90% the room befalls you 00:02:12.890 --> 00:02:14.790 align:middle line:90% like the fir trees he trues her 00:02:14.790 --> 00:02:17.450 align:middle line:90% she nears him like the firs 00:02:17.450 --> 00:02:19.640 align:middle line:90% if one vanishes one stays 00:02:19.640 --> 00:02:23.010 align:middle line:84% if one stays the other will or will not vanish 00:02:23.010 --> 00:02:25.770 align:middle line:90% otherwise my beautiful green fly 00:02:25.770 --> 00:02:30.480 align:middle line:90% otherwise not a leaf stirs" 00:02:30.480 --> 00:02:34.130 align:middle line:90% [APPLAUSE]