The FAB&PP Poem of the Month for October, 2001
A short poem and two fragments, one of which needs no explanation
1.
the brain pan
full of crackling
fried eggs and
bacon grease
sloshing around
no place to pour
out the
fat
the edges of the
eggs are burning
the edges
of the
eggs are
burning
2.
sit quietly
and i will
explain to
you ‘the
cataclysm
of red
sheep’*
*The phrase was cited in ‘Harpers Readings’ as a line from
Chang Chu, a 13th century Chinese poet, in a selection fron a book by Eliot
Weinberger. The phrase was said to have been baffling to everyone who had ever
encountered it. Given those sources, you never know... My quick Google search
on the quote led nowhere, except to numerous computer gaming sites, parousia
rants, and to something from the Duct Tape Press.
3.
the spinning feather
at my
face in the
morning