This book reproduces, on a 1:1 scale, the layers of colours in Maria Morganti’s painting Venice, February 2006 (oil on canvas, cm 18x16), with a documentation of the colours used, and a poem by Barry Schwabsky, Diary of a Poem, on the making of poetry
Prose refuted:
struck, the blank hour stays
struck - an indoor resolution
and most merciless of all
the colors we tweaked together
prose refuted:
rumor slides across rumor
each remembers to search my morning suspect
she loves the sound of breaking chains.
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Prose refuted:
struck, the hour stays
struck - an indoor resolution
and most merciless of all
your face made me noisy
the essay melted
in the blood mine
as if we had any choice
prose refuted:
that rumor enjambed on
a plaque in the red-brick museum of loneliness
you need so much research to make it beautiful
but please don't make me say it.
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Prose refuted:
next best thing to wordless
the violet day hammers along
and most merciless of all
impossible to have been present without
taking part
in those colors
prose refuted:
God sleeps in his Word
get flung out of pretty
you need so much research to make it beautiful
but please don't make me say it.
*
Prose refuted:
struck, the next best thing to wordless
the essay melted
and makes you want to crash
what sky-blue distance wrote
prose refuted:
so if I had a diary
even critics pass away
they want to search my morning suspect
she loves the sound of breaking chains.
*
Prose refuted:
the essay melted
a space to peer into and lean
out of
thrones, dominions
in the casual sense
prose refuted:
God sleeps in his grassy Word
whose angel folds me carefully
the colors we tweaked together
his outtakes and bloopers.
*
Prose refuted:
rumor slides across rumor
I sank into it but forgot to drown
this canary borne repeating
on fast clouds
toward prose refuted:
go forth little saffron bird
toward inquorate nights of poetry
your rumor
more than gone.
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Prose refuted:
in this bronze museum
Rembrandt, lift me up to golden failure
let grief pacification false memory
drift outside the book
prose refuted:
don't kiss
all she wants is
your every forgiveness
let's get out our pretty rumors
in the sunlight
more than gone
lipidic colors
prose refuted.
(Courtesy Corraini Publisher)
