I'm going to read two more poems, both of which
are somewhat longer than those last four certainly.
And this one is from The Sophist and it's
called Foreign Body Sensation.
Maybe a symptom that many of you have experienced.
Foreign body sensation.
And it's unlike the other poems I've
read in a series of stanzas which are somewhat
unrelated to each other at least in a conventional narrative
sense.
And so the pauses that you hear are between these series
of stanzas.
Such hills as hive me waste away in the refulgent
concatenations of failed display.
Most marvelous of all, contraptions the hand, of mind,
makes pace in sensory profusion to trace the gates.
Entering more slowly than auction might allow,
a brim of distal craves avenue to mutter on.
The clutter of this solemnity induces for a pretense
what hearers mask anew.
Sarcastic chirps, refined alarm, will favor
for its suasion darts and balm.
Aviators know the price of calm.
Yet landlocked coteries defer from what
they want, unmitigated handouts, unerring bumps.
Toys to hunger for a hankering, systematic seals of aquamarine,
sleds portrayed (weighlaid) against whose barn?
So there becomes a boating solid, trained quite
anappropriately two points off true mercury.
The of token as intended, remanded
to a building block subtended, cowering in grass of glass
(the meadow of the undivided dividend)
or yokes its yank to curvilinear harbinger.
Her in played other the while.
Him into herself thrust and opened.
His spread, himself as other, the and around turned later.
The unfamiliar necessities of familiar places.
But I do feel myself bumping, 3/4 of a dozen of us masked,
hideous sentence.
Camp down races, colithiasis cases.
Why do you say that?
Because it annoys you.
A heart as big as a sewer and a brain as big as--
but comparisons are innocuous.
And the first lie replicates itself in an isolated word.
Judge lest you not be judged.
And the world slip by unknown, you to it, it to you.
I come here and I see all these people from my hometown
give me a warm welcome.
It made me feel good.
It gives me strength.
An important notice about your rates.
You put your whole self in.
You put your whole self out.
You put your whole self in and shake it all about.
Move to later.
The spire of this irrevocable rending
wets the path just enough for the treachery
of a slant glimmer, syncopation against the borderline.
Forget the blue.
Nobody's ever advocated blue.
She could have been the champion but she wasn't
exposed to the right opponents.
No one who would extend her.
Charmed by his own regard.
Death is the pall that skewers all.
Quote: I am especially interested in the treatment
of depression.
With my Lord and Savior Jesus Christ
at the center of my life, I have found real joy and purpose
in dedicating myself to the truth of his teaching as
written in the Bible.
What gives the job its excitement
is working with Stan Richards, a nationally recognized
creative wizard.
Adweek recently named our agency among the eight most creative
in the US.
I moved into this area after six years in the aerospace
industry, which I entered after early retirement
from a career as a venture capitalist and real estate
developer.
This has been a stimulating opportunity for my work
on late Pleistocene and early Holocene environmental changes.
Pat is currently in Sri Lanka helping
organize serum collections for leprosy patients.
Nowadays, being a husband, father, homeowner, and Jew
keeps me both busy and satisfied.
I find myself immersed in a foreign but also satisfyingly
tangible world of container shipping.
I still find the labor movement to be
the imperfect representative of workers' interests
and the necessary base from which the realization of class,
structure, and economic and social life
are explained and organized into coherent worker oriented
politics.
It wasn't long before I found myself
in the company of a spiritual adept who teaches the most
profound way of transcendence of every kind of self-possession.
Left the firm and freelanced in stained glass.
I studied hula seriously in Hawaii
and taught Hawaiian dance locally,
forming a hire out band for bar mitzvahs and luaus.
To my knowledge, this is a unique occurrence
of great spiritual and cultural significance.
My work has taken me into the area of robotics
and industrial automation.
For several years I worked in insurance
specializing in kidnap and expropriation coverage.
A professional interest has been in the area
of domestic violence.
I love the work and feel strongly about violent crime.
For a while I served in the Peace Corps
in Guatemala as a nurse working with cancer patients.
After two years in Met State, I became
increasingly eager to work with severely disturbed children.
I'm beginning to dabble in writing screenplays, humor,
and poetry.
What time is left I devote to coursework at the Divinity
School where I am studying for the priesthood.
It seems I have done other things also, but maybe not.
In the future I look forward to the private practice
of pathology.
Just when that will occur is uncertain.
I am now administering substances to others
to alter or obliterate their consciousness.
The break is wonderful.
Though nothing has educated me as well as watching my father
walk the picket line in a strike that was eventually broken.
Unquote.
Was then on top of, without benefit of elegance,
almost in over into transparency.
I rode all night, my wetness fogging the path.
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