What of It

JS Venit

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Spurs feed the Manhattan Bridge from Sea Beach and Sunset Park.The Jay Street station was inaugurated by Prince Metternich (b1773) in 1915 after his death following the Congress of Effects. You may object Bird but things can happen out of season or just seem to be like gods relaxing their clean triangular flesh. Other examples are the Congress of Mirrors with its magic powders and the Frankfurt parcels lost after weeks spent cruising in the Alps. England remained distasteful earlier in life he met the King there and drew from memory a map composed entirely (or almost so) of vintage stilton. He lingered on in Venice for several uneventful days. Two daughters were crushed to death in Egypt. Galicia remains a distant vision.

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• Egipto
• Egypt
• Poetry

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• Publié par: Xlibris US
• Date de parution: 12 septembre 2022
• Nombre de lectures: 0
• EAN13: 9781669846130
• Langue: English
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WHAT OF IT
JS VENIT

Copyright © 2022 by JS Venit.
 
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Rev. date: 09/12/2022
 
 
 
 
 
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CONTENTS
PART I
FOR YOU
LATE SONATAS
RADAR
THE MAN OF HOUSES
NOSEGAY
POLONAISE
ISPERIA
COCKADE
HEARSAY
AVID BONES AND PLACES
THISTLE
FREE FALL
ZEPHYR
THREE SHORT POEMS
THE PROBLEM WITH HEAVEN
YESTERDAY
HAIKU ON THE WACHAU
TO THE WINDOW WASHER
KO AS IN COBRA
LATE CHOCOLATE STYLE
WHAT OF IT
THE EMPEROR CONCERTO
WHAT IT MEANS
HOUSE OF DREAMS
STEVENS’ CHILDREN
THE UNIVERSE IS FALLING
TWILIGHT OF THE DOORS
THE SORCERER’S APPRENTICE
INSIDE THE POETRY BUSINESS
AIRPLANE MUSIC
ORACLES
GHOSTS ON SUNDAY
WINTER’S TALE
THE LAST DAY BC
WELCOMING THE CAT
PART II
SPRING FEVER
THIRTEEN SERIOUS CRIMES
LAIT DE SORCIÈRE
HAIKU
CLOUD CONDITIONS
ALLITERATION
KOREAN SERENADE
POLYPHONIC DOODLES
RIVER OF THE BEES
CRETE
NAUFRAGE
OUT OF THE BLUE
PIANO MACABRE
QUONDAM
GRANT’S HORSES
THE NEW REPUBLIC
CARRIAGE
HOME PRODUCTS
CELLOPHANE
NEW DOORS
DEAD END
WORKS IN PROGRESS
THE LANGUAGE OF FORGOTTEN DREAMS
SCALES
THE ROAD TO ICE
FOOLSTEPS
CYRILLIC HEROES
OHIO
CAVEAT
THRILLER
PART III
NOW AND THEN
FAUX CHABLIS
WAFFLE
HIATUS
THE BRIDGE
THE VAMPIRE’S TALE
NEIGE FONDANTE
NEWSREEL
UNANSWERED QUESTIONS
THE SLEIGHING SONG
RHODE ISLAND
SLIDING SCALES
MASURKA
PANTOUM
SPLIT INFINTIES
RIDDLE
NAUTICAL MILES
ODE TO GOODBYE
LEXICOLOGY
HANDFISH
RANDOM SCRABBLE
CAFÉ DE LA MEUSE
GERUNDS
RUMPELSTILTSKIN
IDEAS OF CHILE
WINTER DAYS
THE PALACE OF TEARFUL DREAMING
SECRETARIES OF THE AIR
WILD BIRDS OF THE OLD DOMINION
MEMORIES OF WOLF
NANA
STORYBOOK ENDINGS
FEATHERS
WALLOP
PART IV
DECIPHERING THE DUST
MY ATELIER
DISQUIETING IMAGES
CANTERBURY FABLES
RUNWAY
GLOBAL WARNING
A FROLIC OF ITS OWN
HALICE IN FEATHERLAND
TWILIGHT OF THE GOTHS
SUI GENEROUS
ICING
FLASHBACK
SPINDLE
VEDETTE
FEBRUARY POEMS
DIALECTICS
DIE FRAGE
THE BREAKWATER OF LIFE
THE ADIRONDACKS
UKASE
LVIV
ANTI-POEM POEM
THE GENIE OF WEIMAR
THE NOOSE OF NOISE
THE APATHETIC FALLACY
TWO DREAMS
POINTILLISM
CHATEAU ZOOM
BARRAGE
POETRY WITHOUT FRONTIERS
RUBBLE THEORY
THE FOUR GENTLEMEN OF WUZHONG
FRECKLED BEAST
CHAOS THEORY
TOURNAGE
EITHER/OR
ÉMINENCES GRISES
SUGGESTED ENDINGS
PART V
THE CHILDREN
EXACT EXCHANGE
THE LAST TRAIN TO
EX POST FACTORS
THE DARK AGES
THE FUGITIVES
CUT AND PASTE
CLAIRE DE LUNE
YES AND MAYBE
YOUR HAND
GOOD NEWS
DISUNITED STATES
SLIDESHOW
RED LEGGINGS
IN THE CLINIC
PADDOK CALLS
THE GRAND INQUISITOR
AFTER
PART VI
THE EASTERN DISTRICT
HARBINGERS OF MAY
ARMS OF THE LAW
HEAVY SEAS
MINISTERS OF INTERFERENCE
EASTER MONDAY
QUIET EVENINGS IN LISBON
PLETHORA
UNDERWATER HERMITAGES
ÉTUDE
ÉTUDE NO. 2
WINDS OF CHANGE
IS CRIMEA SAFE NOW
POPULAR FELONS
FRACTURES
WAR AIMS
ASPIDISTRA
AUSTRALIAN DOUBLES
ANDROGYNY
PART VII
PRISMATIC VARIATIONS
LOBSTER
HALCYON DAYS
EPICENTER
PHOTO FINISH
THE LOOTERS
RED HUMBUG
BLUE MEMENTO
THOUGHTS OF A SALARY MAN
TOLSTOY’S BIRTHDAY
LA SOMNAMBULE
ODE TO THE PESSOAS
SUMMER CLOTHES
A LIFE
THE PHANTOM OF THE OPERA
ROMAN À CLEF
THE WITNESS
FLIGHT TIMES
OVERLOOK PRESS
VOODOO LOVE
Q AND A
FOUR SHORT POEMS
THE QUESTION TO YOUR ANSWER
THANATOPSIS
ACOUSTIC SHADOWS
POETRY AND IMMIGRATION
WAR ZONES
DAYTON FLYERS
THE RUSSIAN QUESTION
TO THE STARS
CATS AT MIDNIGHT
JULES ET JIM
THE FOURTH AVENUE LOCAL
BRUSSELS WEATHER
SHADOW BATHING
DEBRIS
WALLPAPER
PART VIII
CHILDHOOD
THE INVADERS
IN MAFIA COUNTRY
PAPER MISTAKES
PETRUSHKA
WHO KNOWS
SIGHTINGS
MIRRORS
JOSEPH-LOOK-OF-SKY
DANTE STOPS FOR A DAY AT CASALTA
IN THE GRAVEL FACTORY
ADAGIO WITH SLOW CODA
MONDAY MORNING
PUSHKIN AND LERMONTOV
TASHKENT
KALEIDOSCOPE
AFTER THE RAIN
DEEP IN THE COUNTRY
QUASI MODO
REMOTE CONTROL
SHORT STORY
EVERYBODY DREAMS
THUNDER ON THE NEVA
ANGELIKASTRASSE
DREAM PAGES
COUPERIN
SUMMER STANZAS
CAFÉ DU MONDE
MY CRIMINAL PAST
THE NEAR BEYOND
SEGUE
QUANDARY
CANNIBAL POEMS
USELESS BALLADS

For Iryna

The author would again like to thank Tony Towle for his generous and invaluable assistance.
PART I
FOR YOU
We have lived through
spilled workmen Trump’s
entry into Brussels the taxi
in Florence that never came
(but at least you got to see
the tip of Venice) thunder
over Corfu an uncle’s sudden
death passport renewals my
driving foie gras soup two
plus years of COVID two
startled ophthalmologists
in Berlin panic leaving Chiasso
Anna Karenina and chaos
with the trains in Arezzo
last August.
What have I forgotten
my arbitration in Frankfurt
that we are a couple
that we have survived.
LATE SONATAS
For Iryna
When they start killing poets
you fly up into the mountains
their cries make you receptive
like suites or sudden patches
of blue in clouds like books or
freedom falling into nervous
hands while the singer changes
before your eyes like an ageing
chameleon.
You don’t exist without paper
and this poem has nothing to
do with Beethoven although
you understood how difficult
it was for the left hand to share
a melody with the right. They
say Allah decides but that a man
with one hundred sheep does
as he pleases while you sit there
quietly and dream.
RADAR
Witches stretch their endless
wings and slaughter the literal
like Jeremiahs on Waverly Street.
That way things suddenly become
their own abundant selves bare
feet with shadows condemned to
stay awake all night.
I wonder what the leopards are
up to in their dank caves tonight
the breeze flouts its self-importance
but remains open to suggestion like
the second battle of Verdun and
stars that recklessly fall on Volume
Two of the collected poems of
Alexander Pushkin.
THE MAN OF HOUSES
The sun smiled on the bench
time to remove the vagrant
n’ s in nano-second one is enough
the word nearby its next thickness
is another answer according to
the Sphinx
You sit here alone for two
and the sake of distant cousins
like the weather in a steeple
made to answer and repent
Seven is a clear enough number
unassuming but direct like the
wind selecting and crossing out
those at peace in the oasis
And then I did
NOSEGAY
In the evening of museums
knights were long overdue
the toothpaste was three years
old the Coca-Cola six someone
must have died in this house
trying to get off or on the skate
while there was still time and
gods to humor or shatter the
tumbling glissandi .
Dark forces are at play
things in pieces best then
to unwind and desert the
frosty tower.
The odor was pleasantly
sweet like warm laundry
the wait otherwise so too
the wastrels a fresh anchor
hung over the table next to
the tool kit and the soup of
fools a box of unopened
letters.
Your new friends.
POLONAISE
Kayaks are walking on water
like the son of God the pines
and the other nuts around me
Pure yachts laze in the sun
like silver flowers one cannot
eat without impunity forever
Last lines are final more
or less but I have moved
The Storyteller to the end
of Part III next to Sergei’s
brother
ISPERIA
Whether a place is at
the beginning or the end
of somewhere depends on
the direction from which
you approach it
For example dramatic
clouds stretch the empyrean
excited by your arrival
No they are closer but
also far away unfazed like
stars but suddenly eclipsed
Before the light runs on
or out let’s say its name
Post our letters in the sand
with a hastily scribbled note
Pretend we once were crowds
or twins