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COREY MESLER: Copulation of the Angels
NICK BRUNO : The Art of Poetic Cleansing

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Copulation of the Angels

There’s a little bit of hell inside each angel. It’s what keeps us interested. We waited when we were told to wait. The angels came in buses driven by a grizzled old demon who had been punished too much. We watched the angels disembark the way we watched too much TV. They were beautiful in the desert light. Their gowns did little to conceal their womanliness; their shapes were the very shape of desire. As they approached us our head grew light and our hearts heavy. We knew the angels had come for more than our simple carnal cravings. Yet, we were happy scamps for the first few moments, the brief stay right before our final insights and the copulations that lead to tattoos, burn marks right over our hearts, in the shape of animal maws, red like the red of the blood of bulls.

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They say Eskimos have myriad words for snow. This is not true. They have no words for snow. Language is a dream. In the dream there is snow that extends so far beyond sight that sight becomes a language, blinded. What we see we see forever. Only the new is cut from our language, only the new, the disquieted waking.

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The Art of Poetic Cleansing

They hate you if you're clever and they despise a fool. - John Lennon
The ivy glistens with the morning rain as he clambers up the latticework to the leering spire; above the leaves' reach – the looking down is considerable and always fashionable. The climb up is precarious, but he feels well worth the view of the nose hairs, inches away from parietal lobe near the purported crux of their industry. His quick ascent causes the crack of link beneath his feet. The slimy leaves slip from his grasp and he falls head-long onto the sedges below. The surge of pain deadens his senses. He wakes inside a room filled with wall-papered words; succumbs to the tug of creative urgency, but does not know where to look or what letters to choose. He stares at them so long that they crisscross on the rods and cones of inverted logic ingraining themselves on retinal banks – the walls of ars poetica purged to white.

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COREY MESLER has published in numerous anthologies and journals including Poetry, Gargoyle, Good Poems American Places, and Esquire/Narrative. He has published 8 novels, 4 short story collections, numerous chapbooks, and 4 full-length poetry collections. His novel, Memphis Movie, is from Soft Skull Books. He’s been nominated for many Pushcarts, and 2 of his poems were chosen for Garrison Keillor’s Writer’s Almanac. With his wife MESLER runs a bookstore in Memphis. He can be found at https://coreymesler.wordpress.com.