Dark Archive LAURA MULLEN
Dark Archive
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System
Acknowledgments
Thanks to the editors of the following journals, in which some of these poems previously appeared:
American Letters and Commentary, Caffeine Destiny, The Colorado Review, The Corpse, Barrow Street, Bayou, Bomb, The Denver Quarterly, Free Verse, Mandorla, Marginalia, MiPoesis, New American Writing, 1913, Octopus, Ping Pong, Upstairs at Duroc, and
Van Goghs Ear. Also to Victoria Brockmeiers dove | tail press for the chapbook
Turn and to Douglas Messerli for including Passages in the
Project for Innovative Poetry, as well as to Rachel Zucker and Arielle Greenberg for the appearance of Daisies in the anthology
Starting Today. An alternate version of Evaporation... and some of the takes on Wordsworths poem appeared in
Ill Drown My Book: Conceptual Writing by Women (Les Figues Press).
I am very grateful to the Louisiana Board of Regents (through the Board of Regents Support Fund) for the ATLAS grant (LEQSF[2006-07]-RD-ATL-07) that gave me time to work on this book.
CLOUD COVER
window / candle
this light that looks like lightning outside is inside sputtering dance of tattered flame in a draft between doors knot of wick softening wall of wax its not that I dont understand why you had to be taken from us but any act of understanding turns back halted at reflecting glass to my need for meaning in this life clouds in a window scud by seemingly flashing dark and bright guttering sky my brief vision of the worlds that with you go out the light drowned in its own fuel a little smoke this glaucous spill of cooling wax wisps of almost opaque air blown past
No Voice
Wandered lonely in the voice of another who had no voice This is what I remember Two figures by the waters edge, stopped by such beauty, one numbers The complaints travel the body stop nowhere never stop are always Later by an open window notebook open This is what I remember... Who had no voice she said, still, but I wonder how you are I wandered like like refusing the information I wandered, realizing I hadnt mourned, and that I would still
In the Space between Words Begin
In the space between words begin Attempt In the space At dawn the newly risen dead uncomfortable In their restored bodies Situation: from wandering to rest Loneliness to solitude. Believing Is seeing, experience An accrual of images The newly risen dead find their bodies Uncooperative, awkward, ugly as in any Horror flick I wandered lonely as a van full of hippies In Texas In the space between words roots what shall I talk about Situation: a man at his desk pages through Anothers writing closes his eyes seeks rhymes For the following: daffodils, thought... I fear I can no longer think I fear I am no longer that which thinks Or that a certain kind of thinkings lost Light, light, light, light. Let there be a place From which a way seems clear or clearer Out of the house into the golden And never
Remediation Attempt
(winter 2005 lower 9th ward)
signs gone streetlights people lines between inside and out destroyed in the flood the word destroy with troy in it letters of a word lonely meaning stopped starts sounds the decision to use a frame of time to inhabit it habit like going to the wall where the mirror was expecting to see yourself seeing the wall (if thats all) recalled lines between house and yard yard and street lost my house your house his her their our high green weeds surround an isolated concrete stoop in whats left remember membrane this blurred view through swaying cut plastic makes a room within the stripped room containing dust promising to continue
but this respirator she was holding it out
theres something wrong with itI Wandered Networks like a Cloud
That floated oer my couch, remote In one hand, drink in the other, as a crowd On the screen (frightened, enraged) Fled the tanks beneath the leaves Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
Continuous as the stars that shine, These wars, these displaced refugees, Filmed in never-ending lines Along the margins and at bay. Ten thousand saw I at a glance, Hurrying nowhere, like worried ants. The waves beside them danced; but they Bent weeping over loved bodies: A poet could not but be gay, Far from such desperate company: I gazedand gazedbut little thought What wealth the show to me had brought: For oft, when on my couch I lie In vacant or in pensive mood, They flash upon that satellite dish Which is the bliss of solitude; And then my heart with pleasure fills, To channel surf the worlds ills.
The Author Is Not
Dead the author is a closed Account occluding you Clued in or out another One and only clouding Ground as stony as an
autre Clod the authors nothing But another method Aloud to be allowed s
sssh he Billows up wherever we Might see too many meanings Crowding round about a shroud Is not afraid of making a sound The author is not lonely as a cad As arias the areas of air we are arise To spin within convention Centers centers cannot hold The hell of whole untolled And where an urgent surge Of suggestion floods the subject With reflections
sssssh he is still Turning the town upside down Adrift in the riffs these rifts Allow so if a reader running Aground on the drowned sounds A thunder or dunderhead under Stand my numbered superfund Friends its only an end to an end Where a mind wanders the authors Already in his head a recollected Glance back over a salts shoulder Where chances a roof to dance On the golden waves of the wake Of departure the other Are a crowd Not disappeared just disavowed In case you
wonderedI Wandered (Phony) As
Far as the local authorities let me On the tightly lashed leash Of this look and leave Policy;
lonelyAs a clown...By and By
The necessity or so it seems of forcing A shape on these of saying
like Of saying see what I see see What I ask you to see Seeing How far youll go with or on what grounds we Already that shape is dissolving Already that shape Already another
very like a wail Seeing How far we might Impose a particular vision on what actually clear lifted curve of syllable churning back down into sound sounding It out
is it like Meaning are you like Do you like me at once everything goes false with the speed of the flash revealing weve been at the beautiful and brilliant party eating maggots among the rotting corpses laughing
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