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poetryrepairshop 06.02:015Copyright 2006, all rights revert to the poet.GABOR GYUKICS The Snake is Back Crestfallen serpent carries her poison wrenching, lingering around a fair church stealing priests dream The priests are carelessly holding white gloves and umbrellas their bare feet flash as they prowl not thinking while crossing over to curiously stare at lately acquired pictures of locals who would never return to pursue their faith, to persuade each other for a simple substance which hasn't remained here only vague attacks abrupt faints and peremptory sacrifices no rain has fallen no cold air arrived the snake empties her poison in the holy water with paradise calmness through doors, windows she returns and coils up on her highchair she is the doctor of nonsensical illusions guarding the antidote |
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the snake in Hungarian poet GABOR GYUKICS' poem depends for understanding upon unmentioned literature. It is of course the tale of Adam and Eve in Eden, and the serpent is the evil one whose whispers lead to transgressions that lead out of paradise. The unspoken that lay behind a poem is the flaw in 'reader response' criticism. Without the 'understory' a reader knows only one level: this is a poem about a serpent. But GYUKICS' snake is as dangerous to us ('through doors, windows/she returns') as it was in Adam and Eve's narrative. The serpent is also a part of the reader's narrative. 
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poetryrepairshop 06.02:015RUTH DAIGON Dark Duetlovers creates their own patterns as they move through light reaching for the stillness locked in parallel dimensions trusting their feet the arms extensions the wrapped hearts a fierce joy spilling from them in spasms of delight their bodies forget time and place and without effort shake off the cadence of the hours leaning hard into each other they move in abstract figures he spins her out and brings her back holding her body tight until he knows it by heart in a dream of possibilities a touch more than touch they become artless motion gestures purer than language in the dark duet they now perform where the passion lies in absence of passion and deep movements from a crimson center the bodies learn their sweet particulars reaching for the beat below the beat the tender compromise breaking through a flow in time the pure silk of movement they surrender and extend in exuberant gestures and sensuous rhythms of the dance Copyright 2006, all rights revert to the poet. |
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