Louise Landes Levi


Five Poems

He
is selling the
cemetery, what abt. the dead I say,

‘do you want to marry’/ families, it’s DNA,
                            I
                                                            suppose,

I tell him we can adopt the dead, set up
an agency, don’t sell the cemetery plot


We can collect stray souls
& give them a place
to

                              rest.


Isla Margarita, 2008


*
                              I

feel like
a fish in Bagnore
but I’m in a sunny
pool
             in
                                           W Palm Beach.


Now
I’m a poet
smelling the Roses
in the 4 Seasons
library.

Is
there anything
wrong
         w.

                                 that.?

*

                                                  The 

                                                          source of my invisibility

                                                                                                                          is
     
                                                                                                                               the taste buds
   
   apple, orange, clove

if you are below the equator

tamarind, miraposa, papaya

if you are above the galaxy,

neonatomic particles

guide you beyond

CONCEPT OF:
 
Deliriously (awaiting)
 
the embrace that
                                                                                                                does
 
                                                                                                                            not 
  
                                                                                                                              fathom

                                                                                                                                                   me

*
A

                                                                                                                                                   cup of green
                                                            tea in Amsterdam -                                                    
                      starting
                        
to write, to rite
                                                                                                                                      again.

*

Dante was exiled/ so was Kabir, a few
centuries laser, Mandelstam was killed, Tseyatava killed herself,
small wonder, even Richard Brautigan
who gave seeds away

FOR FREE

at notable readings/ Pride of Bolinas

Louise G’s don’t kill themselves they win awards,
Jane H’s don’t have spiritual crises
they collect spiritual poetry
&
                               water
                                              the
                                                                            garden/


real POETS suffer for others/ each poem/
                               a crystallization,
                                                                            a

                                                                                                 tan
                                                                                                                 lun

                                                                                                       of sorts


tan lun: Buddhist practice in which suffering is drawn into the heart of the practitioner - transformed into rays of light & sent to all who suffer. SEE JOHN GIORNO’s writings on thispractice w. relation to AIDs patients & other beings.



Louise Landes Levi: poet-musician, traveller, translator fr. French, Middle Hindi & Italian. Recent publications: Banana Baby, Super Nova, 2006, The Book L, Cool Grove, 2009 & Tower 2/TARA or dc-z, Felix Mensign, 2010.
 
 
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