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POETRY

poems of the month

the zen of non-enlightenment

ultimate leaves

rejoice in the dog

post-millennium maggot

the book of nothing

dispatches from the war against the world

albanian poems

french poems in honour of jean genet

the hells going on

suicide for
non-beginners

fearful symmetry

book disease

foreground trouble

the transcendental hotel

cinema of the blind

lament of the earth mother

uranian poems

haikai by okami

haikai on the edge

black hole of your heart

jung's motel

leda and the swan

confession from belgrade

gloss on rilke's
ninth duino elegy

jewels and shit:
poems by rimbaud

villon's dialogue with his heart

vasko popa:
a shepherd of wolves ?

the rubáiyát of omar khayyám

genrikh sapgir:
an ironic mystic

imagepoem

 

BETWEEN POETRY AND PROSE

400
revolutionary maxims

nice men and
suicide of an alien

anti-fairy tales

the most terrible event in history

 

ESSAYS

genocide

a muezzin from the tower of darkness

being or television

satan in the groin

womb of half-fogged mirrors

tourism and terrorism

the dog of sinope

shoplifting
in britain & america

combatting normality

this sorry scheme of things

the bektashi dervishes

a holy dog
& a dog-headed saint

fools for nothingness

death of a bestseller



Nuadú, God of War


field guide to megalithic ireland

houses for the dead

ireland & the phallic continuum

the sheela-na-gig conundrum

french megaliths

western values

 

 

 

 

 

 

SANTOKA'S SHADOW

SIX POEMS

by

Suchoon Mo
Pueblo West, Colorado, USA

 

 

 

FLOWERS IN THE CEMETERY
(after Ko Un)


Flowers come
To the cemetery

Flowers die
In the cemetery

No memorials
For flowers
In the cemetery

Not even in the cemetery

 

 

SANTOKA 'S SHADOW
two mantras


1.
Into the mountain
He went
Never to return

Deep into the mountain
He went
Never to return

Deep into the green mountain
He went
Never to return


2.
The road
To a crematorium

The empty road
To a crematorium

The nearby empty road
To a crematorium

 

 

CRUCIFIXION STORY

divine weather
naked under the sun
such a beautiful body
at the end of his tether

he wept and cried
why did you forsake me ?
why did you ?

why ?

they died together

 

 

I AM TOO STUPID

Please hear me

I am too stupid to make
sense out of nonsense
something out of nothing
meaning out of meaninglessness

Therefore I am making
nonsense out of sense
nothing out of something
meaninglessness out of meaning

I am a good man
who does not know
what a good man is.

 

 

ESCAPE

I met her
in the world of street lights
red and green
her blinking eyes
red lips
dark shoes
white legs

The moon was invisible
neon signs irrational
faces shapeless
sex wore perfume
libido made up
Thanatos lurked
lust smiled
with white teeth

Let us go
now
We fled
chased by nobody
followed by nothing.

 

 

AFTER A POEM BY SUCHOON MO

by

Anthony Weir


ONE MAN AND HIS DOG
(for Suchoon Mo)

A man digs
and a dog.

The dog is burying a bone.
The man is digging his grave.

The dog is happy.
The man is not.

The dog is shot.


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