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Wednesday, April 2, 2025


Elegy: Shot List For An Art House Obsessive

by David Gonsalves

And what, after all, of jealousy

     the future of measurement

          a meadow that plunders the calendar

a day out of tolerance

     moon without memory

          wave after wave of oakleaf

blind eye at the edge of uncertainty

     free of what is often brilliant

          the liberation of liberation

a series of speckled rose buds

     the liveliness of even-tempered swallows

          even as protocol locks out the tide

knowing only weightless reassurance

     the need to avoid some staccato obstruction

          or fall into a featureless distance

footprints ravaged before the peat bog

     raw and inquisitive tapestries

          prelude to a dose of ambiguity

falling snow, the end of anniversaries

     the inability to understand the unrehearsed

          progression of last-ditch vanishing points

a jet stream as strange as it was simple

     glad that the body has no disregard

          a way to keep the sundial unmannered

twilight and the return of humility

     brief mastery of something delicate

          divine indifference made intelligible.

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David Gonsalves should have been born in Nepal, but wasn't. Lives in a cave beside a river that flows both ways.

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6 comments:

  1. love the avalanche of awesome images!

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  2. As Elaine Kenyon wrote, "I tell you that I am easily carried to comfort/with each line of your poetry."

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  3. You’ve taken off the governor here and
    you’re skimming wide open for the junction!
    Love it! 👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻

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  4. Dear Dave:

    You’ve taken off the Governor

    and my face becomes weightlessness.

    spreading out across a

    storefront window spelling out

    chocolate chip muffins

    to the tune of hunt and peck typewriters.

    I watch you feed mice

    existential scraps of tin and poetry

    under the sink

    while we walk everywhere.

    Until the gates are closed precariously

    and we fall into the featureless

    distance of now…

    Do they play baseball in Nepal?



    Mark W. Ó Brien
    05 April 2025

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  5. Love the structure and flow

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