ANATHEMA BLUES EXCERPTS AND DRAFTS
The OCCURRENCES of the common as inexplicable and the occurrence as totality event as irrational mystery holds cruel dominance throughout this work.
I am perusing drafts two, three and six of the poetry/prose manuscript Anathema Blues. The whole work in whatever version explores metaphysical oblivion and deep south culture through visions of nihilism (s). I once thought I had a completed version of this book. Glancing over three drafts reveals vast divergences involving same text/poem/narrative/prose/sermon/vision. One is not necessarily better then the other. This work obviously keeps beating the dead meat of a horse. What follows are four different poems/prose which utilize much of the same material as well as the source material.
These are incomplete drafts. Punctuation and Grammar are haphazard to reflect content. This book began to coalesce in 2010
A seventh draft will manifest by the end of September, which has the ambition for publication through a printing press in Maine.
Sharing these provides ambition to conclude this overwrought work.
Photographs are from my abandoned family photo archive found in my grandfather's death after his funeral.
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Arriving to leave with a stranger’s guilty verdict (Anathema Draft two)
Tha dead I buried---Returned---Breaking the ground Breaking the dark dream of the egg
We are writing prophecy leading horses into the rain---No sister with silver eyes—no sex in the daylight froth or …---
Misty morning will bring pale red fog----
Soaked---Aggrieved sinister Tramping Southwards wayward sloshing
Nodding ouT beneath noon while ugly nouns keep talking whiling our hours farther wayward
You lead him out into the rain---As Now is a brief interlude---a chasm between where TimE is God Judged this is the incidence of chance occurring. You abandon him in the rain
Those living go climbing the ghosT mountain in the fog shuffling, where death waits on toP. How the thunder went in reverse and children buried the evidence of civilization, --
At the gashed darkness where our stone bridge went fallen ---obscured sunk depths
arriving worn weary I'd rather vanish into your fog when you knit feverish pronouncement upon my slow body and dumb ghost
life is death being lazy while a voice steals everyone's body
The door forgets the room The room cannot find the door And whose house are you in?
Time is just going somewhere else…. Strangers were always waiting………I cannot feel tha blood in my bodY
Your door knob is missing
Sleek clouds have thrown their riders, and the bees are returning to honey, the clover at the edge of the
cliff ---black sheer stone as eyelids closing-- lead those back to childhoods
I saw three girls stolen---inside a tarnished mirror. They dashed down to the shore --throwing shoes into the sea. They take off one another’s dress, then play pretendon the rocks that jut out over the faded water last days.
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Strange, bees do not die in their own honey, and how the deadare torn off, how death moons are hauled into catacombs.
Cleaning the kill scraping all the way to the wet bones
II
Daylight the awful bells
houSe on a darkening slope
up, like Judy, to be whacked
dead and alive.
Who tries to hold
Down the embankment toward childhood--
A mule on the dark dirt road through blistering moonlight.Sudden charcoal shadows shouting
Thieves pearling
away descending light
frothing shadows grieving
inside disunion
Daylight the awful memory
Glass bottles exploding
Teenage delinquents shooting silver plated antique NAZI pistols stolen from Grandfather’s Alzheimer….
All the bells cascading crashing
Who are the ones Abandoned in the dark hum woods??
Bad moon bad moon bad moon bad moon bad moon bad moon bad moon bad moon bad moon bad moon
Arriving to leave with a stranger’s guilty verdict (Anathema Draft Three (3)
Tha dead I buried---Returned---Breaking the ground Breaking the dark dream of the egg
We are writing prophecy leading horses into the rain---No sister with silver eyes—no sex in the daylight froth or …---
Misty morning will bring pale red fog----
Soaked---Aggrieved sinister Tramping Southwards wayward sloshing
Nodding ouT beneath noon while ugly nouns keep talking whiling our hours farther wayward
You lead him out into the rain---As Now is a brief interlude---a chasm between where TimE is God Judged this is the incidence of chance occurring. You abandon him in the rain
Those living go climbing the ghosT mountain in the fog shuffling, where death waits on toP. How the thunder went in reverse and children buried the evidence of civilization, --
At the gashed darkness where our stone bridge went fallen ---obscured sunk depths
arriving worn weary I'd rather vanish into your fog when you knit feverish pronouncement upon my slow body and dumb ghost
life is death being lazy while a voice steals everyone's body
The door forgets the room The room cannot find the door And whose house are you in?
Time is just going somewhere else…. Strangers were always waiting………I cannot feel tha blood in my bodY
Your door knob is missing
Wayward YondeRs (Anathema Blues Draft Six)
He was standing in the rain. My darling never took --- his hand
Tha road I was upon washed ouT under (ASUNDERS) him----
Sloshing--soaked piss soaked rain---Aggrieved sinister tramping Southwards wayward suckered sloshing nodding ouT beneath noon’s ugly nouns
Promenading and soliciting lurching lechery--gnashing
Way Yonder we go duped n galvanized with dirt dobbeR heroin. We are together we are alone. We are the lone chicken that did not know why it crossed tha road.
I am the road or you are the Road. ---
We were two lurid and gone We were vanished varnished upon narcotics and/ or
bound and gagged –sexually tortured by Baptists
Our veins Flow with Heroin---We drink sweet tea punched
with Kerosene
Sudden------
Death and I heard A lullaby
It was about a rocking chair That rocked Itself….
Or the Local RodeO that goT shut down whilst all those horses pale in their pastures them HORSES bucking hooves in God’s Abstracting Mansion -----
Mother Father’s everlasting Feud cussing From God’s Lone parched acre
Crisscrossed pine tree Jail bars—Now this is veering towards the personal
The dead I have buried keep returning
The dead I bury keep returning to the sender
Breaking the dark dream Egg
Horses in the Age of Rabies (Anathema Blues Draft Six)
Together leading horses into the rain…My wife and I leading horses in the rain. My ex-wiverY and I leasing horses deep inside black Market Thunder rain--
Rain Cascades through the sun beams.
—You lead him out into the rain---There is no time like the present. Don’t put off what you can do today—Now--- is a brief interlude---Now is eternal judgment upon the internal and external life.
A chasm where Time is God Judged—The cataclysm we are running out of patience waiting for--- This is the incidence of chance occurring. You abandon him in the rain
Those living--- are extroverted are climbing the ghost mountain in the blanched fog ---shuffling broke down waltzes sloping upward
How the thunder went in reverse and children buried the evidence of civilization, --- - -
Confronted by broken bathroom cabinet mirrors, within the murk of the slough of despond
Empty emerald Oxycotin bottles---
Together---So happy together --whistling the gaps---gathering horses inside tha rain.
AllatoonA Pass opaque at the bottom of tha lake.
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