Srikanth Reddy - Voyager (New California Poetry)

SRIKANTH REDDY Voyager University of California Press Berkeley Los Angeles London This project is supported in part by an award from the National Endowment for the Arts. University of California Press, one of the most distinguished university presses in the United States, enriches lives around the world by advancing scholarship in the humanities, social sciences, and natural sciences. Its activities are supported by the UC Press Foundation and by philanthropic contributions from individuals and institutions. For more information, visit www.ucpress.edu. University of California Press
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For acknowledgments of previous publication, see page 129. cm.(New California poetry ; 31)
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PURGATORIO 12.67 Contents

The speaker studies the world to determine the extent of his troubles. He studies the night overhead. He says therefore. He says venerable art. To believe in the world, a person has to quiet thinking. The dead do not cease in the grave.

The world is water falling on a stone. Some serve the state. Some an interminable kingdom. In the end he would have no objection to the study of nations. Nations occur. For a time, Finland.

Likewise, Namibia. The Namibian people journey through the story of Namibia. As a footnote, the Soviet Union is an interesting case. He also will one day collapse. A world is a world is a world. Even so the world has to go on.

To complain about love in front of the famous Chagall window does not make a difference. He shall be placed in the first circle. The Chinese province of Sichuan continues to change form. Subject the globe to assembly. Mark in the empire thus. [Figure 1].

In his mind he views a dark glass sea. Before diving in he talks of dialectical space. Jerusalem. Jerusalem indeed. Is is. One. One.

He records his name on a gold medallion. Two. The philosopher must say is. The world is legion. The self is a suffering form. Is is.

Waves rise and fall, but the sea remains. Open the box. No. The box is a brief history of post-war Europe. Opening it would be against the interests of the authorities. They could bring influence to bear on a man.

De facto world. Black palace. One would not wish this account to become a catalogue of the disappeared. Disappearance should not fashion books. Aldo Moro found in the boot of a parked car is the great private work of nations. If there is a story, it is this.

He had a professorship at the university and had been out of contact with his personality as a result. His parting words made mention of the dark work of fact. Fact is the script of the unknown. Its shadowy disclosure documents the further world. And was he some obscure thwarted figure in byzantine constraints? The question arose. He knew the topography of injustice.

It had neither inside nor outside, like love. Like a long ago fire in the world. War is. War is a failure of form. Thus sink each day's dead softly in the hearth. Some suffer within flagrant circles.

Some take refuge in the avenues of the cross. He was seeking an interpretation of arms and the man that would not further legitimize the regime. Autumn was in pieces all across America. Death may be a change of style, but surely not of substance. There there. The river lives in a mobile home.

Is desire present throughout the line? Yes she said. He said the final object is the cross. Is the world one muted figure cut down with hands tied? Carry out the bodies. The body in the line means little. Weigh voice. Namibia Namibia Namibia Namibia.

Within seeds, increase. Within uncertainty, understanding. The failed idea repeatedly described in this book is alter ego. On the shield, endless ranges beyond an agricultural field, and an observer there, regarding it all in perspective. Peace. One. One.

The sovereign subject thinking of time reasons accordingly. One. One. Two. One. Constraint fathers compulsion.

Do the dead work beyond sense? Say creature into the mirror. If the image displeases, the remedy does not lie in shattering the mirror. On stage, the Cold War. To the west, the canal moving through the corridors of a burning former capital. Critics should take into account the function of repetition in disciplined states of mind. Peace. Peace.

Picture the deep sea bed. Is the sea crafted by the will to believe? The enlightened believe. They live together in a village in history. Seven. Six. Five.

The flames continued until a world appeared. He wrote formally in private. Vote for a. Make wings of straw. Vote for the. Everybody say servant in the cross.

Thanks be to the university research professor for diplomacy. Is is a number? Enter one. sterreich ist eine kleine Welt, in der die Groe ihre Probe hlt. A is the ground for the. On a cold winter's day, a pack of porcupines huddled together seeking refuge from the frost. Soon they had to move apart again as their quills struck home.

Need drew them together. They found themselves repelled by stabs of pain. Thus in his fable Schopenhauer the German philosopher describes unending peace. Approach the pendulum. There is a school of thought that sees constraint as the basis of relations with other people. The book of the is taken apart and put together again with relation to a.

Over the centuries the oceans have remained unshattered. The good interpreter shifts ever on. One. He is fashioned in the assembly of his book. One. One. One.

A collective music circles history. One. The world is the largest picture in the world. One. Of the individual, only a number remains. Vis pacem. Vis pacem.

The star systems pace in perception. Process. Blind process. The nature of systems is now becoming clear. The world is a world. Overcome all emotion.

Wherever possible alleviate the misery of others. There is nothing in victory. The silent alone lie united.

Aboard, I read, was a deeply-etched record of the world that floated away, full of popular tunes and beautiful technological problems. Perhaps an observer far in outer space might study this information in days to come. He would have to weigh carefully in his heart the words of a man who by some quirk of fate had become a spokesman for humanity, who could give voice to all the nations and peoples of the world, and, so to speak, the conscience of mankind. This man, legend states, likely knew of the mass execution of groups of people as a capable officer required to collect and analyze data, prepare reports, conduct investigations, and otherwise facilitate operational projects in the last world war. At the time, however, he did not express concern at this action. To a degree this is understandable.