tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7064676314562581890.post3165217265781102360..comments2023-03-28T08:36:32.771-07:00Comments on THE FLUX I SHARE: tzara'marxmy manNothing and Insighthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13603172461707409484noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7064676314562581890.post-57166462907958762592008-04-21T21:42:00.000-07:002008-04-21T21:42:00.000-07:00I had a dream EzraPound was Black.Tzara was Chines...I had a dream EzraPound was Black.<br>Tzara was Chinese.<br>they found a way<br>to stop the war<br>the double bind cross<br>of hatreds.<br><br>"when this hatred of life turns into an Immense gratitude...." a phrase from Tzara's Midnight Before Giants. A Prose Poem he wrote inthe 1930's.<br><br>Muses bless them both<br>forgive their errors<br>as poets<br>are carnal creatures<br>laden with failure<br>short sightedness <br>and dim vision<br>even blinded!<br><br>"then down went the ship..."<br>"unlatch bugles... maison flake..."<br><br>the white giant's thigh...C. D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/12187806040496919707noreply@blogger.com