SUSAN TICHY

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

LINES CALLED MAP ARE DIFFERENT FROM LINES CALLED SONG

 

LINES CALLED MAP ARE DIFFERENT FROM LINES CALLED SONG

I said I was climbing, but your eye moves down

I SAID I WAS CLIMBING BUT YOUR EYE MOVES DOWN

‘The little streams, transparent though they be’

THE LITTLE STREAMS, TRANSPARENT THOUGH THEY BE

Study Rembrandt’s light as it falls on skin

STUDY REMBRANDT’S LIGHT AS IT FALLS ON SKIN

Catastrophe unfinished till the actors bow

CATASTROPHE UNFINISHED TILL THE ACTORS BOW

On Napoleon’s road, or the Tea Road

ON NAPOLEON’S ROAD OR THE TEA ROAD

Dead horse lies at the foot of the gorge

DEAD HORSE LIES AT THE FOOT OF THE GORGE

Pseudo-replication of a single song

PSEUDO-REPLICATION OF A SINGLE SONG

I found a songbird’s nest in the mouth of a cannon

I FOUND A SONGBIRD’S NEST IN THE MOUTH OF A CANNON

Method of transport over the mountains

METHOD OF TRANSPORT OVER THE MOUNTAINS

Place barrel of the cannon into a hollowed tree

PLACE BARREL OF THE CANNON INTO A HOLLOWED TREE

Halfway up a thousand-foot slope, digging my foot out of snow

HALFWAY UP A THOUSAND-FOOT SLOPE, DIGGING MY FOOT OUT OF SNOW

‘This loss of professional distance only lasted about ten minutes’

THIS LOSS OF PROFESSIONAL DISTANCE ONLY LASTED ABOUT TEN MINUTES

Five years from powder snow to firn snow to ice

FIVE YEARS FROM POWDER SNOW TO FIRN SNOW TO ICE

It’s morning; let sun hit the mirror

IT’S MORNING; LET SUN HIT THE MIRROR

‘A morning painfully spent in balancing phrases’

A MORNING PAINFULLY SPENT IN BALANCING PHRASES

‘I don’t know what they attacked; I don’t know what they assumed they attacked’

I DON’T KNOW WHAT THEY ATTACKED

I DON’T KNOW WHAT THEY ASSUMED THEY ATTACKED

Pull the mare’s head into your lap

PULL THE MARE’S HEAD INTO YOUR LAP

Sit for an hour with a cocked pistol

SIT FOR AN HOUR WITH A COCKED PISTOL

Glaciers divided from the high snows

GLACIERS DIVIDED FROM THE HIGH SNOWS

Lines called map are different from lines called song

 

 

 

‘IT’S A LAUGHINGLY SMALL PIECE OF THE MOUNTAIN THAT FELL’

 

It’s a laughingly small piece of the mountain that fell

Flutter your nostrils like a frightened horse

‘An atom on the ghastly and unmeasurable waste’

 

An atom on the ghastly and unmeasurable waste

The gods all melted down to bullets

Smoke and bells in the thin air

 

Smoke and bells in the thin air

Only the sound of birds lasts longer

Hawked through the streets and sold for cheap

 

Hawked through the streets and sold for cheap

‘It’s what I glean that tells me where I’ve been’

So we’ll pull some war news out of the trash and reuse it

 

We’ll pull some war news out of the trash and reuse it

Tomatoes as red as the penal code

The aim of art is to tidy up one’s inner and outer worlds

 

The aim of art is to tidy up one’s inner and outer worlds

Rock-drunk, rattle-footed

Or a pleasant ramble guaranteed to exclude assailants and avalanches

 

A pleasant ramble guaranteed to exclude assailants and avalanches?

In such a place one might dig sand to throw on the floors of taverns!

(That’s a statement, a horizontal statement, it’s nothing else)

 

That’s a statement, a horizontal statement, it’s nothing else

(Sacrifice of the middle distance)

And where one breaks trail and the others step in his footsteps

 

One breaks trail and the others step in his footsteps

Pencil darkens the line of fracture

It’s a laughingly small piece of the mountain that fell

 

 

 

 

 

 



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