pastiche project - CREELEY 1

It can't be

said

you held


out

for

anything


more than

a place

to put your


flowers

when you

got


some. I lie

the last

bloom


on your head

that removes

the


others

to make you

precious,


handmade

in the blast

of ash,


as different as

the ways

it all betrays


your tasks.

To bring

a king's


cake

from

the north


you

to your knees

brought.

pastiche project - OLSON 2

I


                              I rase myself

ASHURNASIRPAL under the doorstone

of yr palace


the slaves of Nineveh evacuate the

former city

          The new supreme is

over shells raising

the cosmoses between the shells whose

meeting

                on the orient

                relieving stones


                a Clarifying way to eat


in the banquet scene

above my wings


            I bless yr banquet's edibalia


            the edibalia forever nourishing

            the slaves as they haul the palace stones


let nothing but the clarified move

among the palace



a fist of

    air over head

       hastens

          us

            forwards

                in

                  the west

                    and over

                        the stele

                              forms


thinking up there

in the air

we love


                  Ashurnasirpal's feast


                                                           the palace

is building all along the extent of a river


II


The sun

come up in

th'east awash

white with no trace

of what

i make below

the meridian.

Mars a day ago

driving out

what wants to remain in        what

Venus tries to keep in            setting stones

down on an uninhabited island

pastiche project - OLSON 1

I


    MOURN-BLACK

Son in such costume at all times of day

lay two ladders flat in the garden rose

the cord untied and so thereupon lay

        in grass, out from the middle length

    the roses too pressed on

                roses and others

            the bush garden five dogs watch


The steps on

the window

needed daring maneuver

But grasses'll have water

need without Cry

(a girl in the dark

 need arms by cool water

(cotton quiet in the head of a girl


Run river run

down from the mountun

lies Napoleon

in the sun

and Louis under gold

his sun of vermeil spun


II


S. writes

it came off the ("folded    Jura range

folded being the proper range

in Switzerland

the Tafeljura    Klettgau Jura    Baar Jura

and Franconian, Swabian plateaux in

the west

in Bavaria


divided proper in the east

the base of Rhine

from that of the Rhone

fingering into aare and ill in the north

and the ain     the saone

and the book-    saw-pushing Doubs

in the south

thru V from the

father proper    (sub-    table

of Jura known as Vera

(V must b diminutive from

(Vera jr.        w Swiss water power

from the Jura peaks

and ruined walls from

the Spaniards

now between whitehouses fallen

and between here and there patches

of vigorous chestnut tree


III


in first land

an open mind

but stuck for a time for

fear of brothers,

father,


he sat with

the saws

1st father came

threw his book

in sd river that

wrkd the nails

that'd built Verrières

chapel for X relic

& walled gardens


that was end

of openly NB tho

wd go on hidden

a portrait

hid under the bed


it was sd

by all asked

he could pick up

the Vulgate

off three words

fewer

the whole thing by

heart



all the doin'

oughta be easy

But always assure

to forward march of Fate

it's HARD dang work

beyond here / in the high court


of louis