Please excuse Ernest Hemingway.April 5, 2009 at 8:59 am | Posted in australian poetry, contemporary poetry, poetry, writing | 8 Comments
Tags: poetry, Thelonius Monk, Thelonius Monk plays "Sumedhian Garden", writing
It really wasn’t his fault. He spent far more time watching bulls behave sat next to the crazy Spanish sketcher hastily arranging. And not enough on practising his cleverness of tongue.
Caution, live thought, carelessly tossed aside in some Alessandrian swirl,
whilst some hare tutted over words we were not qualified to use
and Bauer, the clever bastard, how I miss him.
energy passes through the complete unreliability
of memory ancient desire arises and it is difficult to
concentrate when crickets line up to the rhythm
of some monk’s left hand in this forest
in which we land, my dear.
sunonhead learning, hmm,