Long Oc Poems

the sky erupts monsters
sky erupts monsters forming
erupts monsters forming wreaking
monsters forming wreaking havoc
forming wreaking havoc shattering
wreaking havoc shattering serenity
havoc shattering serenity bolts
shattering serenity bolts of
serenity bolts of hell
bolts of hell deluge
of hell deluge descending
hell deluge...

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Achab*, Translation of Pierre Emmanuel’s Achab by T. Wignesan

One man alone stands erect before the king, and speaks
A man
Alone

The king is not accustomed to being confronted face to 
      ...

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Follow me, Translation of Piere Emmanuel’s Suis-moi by T. Wignesan

Everything begins on a morning like just another but 
        which becomes its own following day.
The next day of...

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SILENCE, Translation of Pierre Emmanuel's poem: Silence by T. Wignesan


The silence PRIOR to silence
	Silence anterior to the ineffable SYLLABLE where silence is born where it’s accomplished in advance
	PERCEPTIBLE syllable distanced by far from pure silence...

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The Way barred, Translation of Pierre Emmanuel’s Le sens clos by T. Wignesan

Every man has to confront his own night
If he wants to continue on his journey.
But Death takes it upon itself to meet him...

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The Passage through the Sea, Translation of Pierre Emmanuel’s Passage de la mer by T. Wignesan

It’s not enough to be torn apart from the night
The night must be made to give birth.

Now this earth’s a...

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First Day of the Year, Translation of Pierre Emmanuel’s Premier de l’an by T. Wignesan

Each moment of waking up is an act of giving birth
I use the iron tools myself on the mother
To death

Myself :...

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Seven Years Rachel*, Translation of Pierre Emmanuel’s Sept ans Rachel by T. Wignesan

For seven years Rachel remains sealed
By the kiss she received from Jacob
For seven years she keeps her eyelashes lowered
Under the impact of their...

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Hostages, Translation of Pierre Emmanuel’s Otages* by T. Wignesan

This blood will never dry up on our land
and those felled will lie there exposed.
We’ll keep grinding our teeth for fear of blurting out
we’ll not cry over...

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Drogman*, Translation of Pierre Emmanuel’s Drogman by T. Wignesan

My mother, illustrious in the kingdoms of the Orient
Is seated surrounded by water
The water forms a belt around her, a boat.
This’s the threshold of infancy
The step which...

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As I said in GRI, I would return to speak again
of that which I did afore begin
I now do finish that first rhyme.
The next time was when commerce sought
where in O.C. a car I bought
A...

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Need volunteers in the Army?
Here’s what they do
Just line up a squad and say
You, you, and you.
Nobody bothers to think
Or even to ask 
Whether you have the knowledge 
Or ability to carry out the task

Just...

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I can’t breathe
Mon on tony 
is suff ocat ing me
Drowning in my own medi oc rity

Something’s gotta give.
Something’s gotta give!

I feel like a cat on a hot tin roof 

Gotta get the  out of...

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~ My Fellow* Americans ~   
 (Regarding Presidential Elections)

Let us amend the Constitution
so we can find a fitting solution
for every election where the selection
  of any candidate means indigestion

Here is what I...

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sitting on the bench in the middle of a field
eating properly made cornbread with blue bonnet on it
watching her do yoga and still not understanding
thanking God for putting me exactly where i am meant to...

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The Stomach/Depths of the Eye, Translation of Pierre Emmanuel’s Le ventre de l’œil by T. Wignesan

Neither hither nor thither nor space nor time neither 
         height nor...

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I have an important message
for man's best friend
humming like rolling wheels at 90
incandescent like a hubcap overhead
listen to this you highway palm readers
the pressure in this tire
is anatomically incorrect
and at four atmospheres
ALERT!  ALERT!
all radar...

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I have been pre - oc
cupied 
i have knot been per -
used to periodical nomanclature nor have I been be - 
spectaled by the enormity of my

self

but have been painting numerous
simple questions to my

self:

under guises...

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I from that Saner, Kiest and SOC.
Where relations is deadly shots.
And your base is basic spots.
And you racially gone get marked.
I have to blast through game.
For something to change.
This life is insane.
Roll an ounce of...

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Orphic consecration, Translation of Pierre Emmanuel’s Dédicade d’Orphée by T. Wignesan

Here am I back from the other dubious bank
where Orpheus’s abandonned lyre laments
the wind down there fills my veins dizzy drunk
and my redoubled hangover numbs...

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Me the infant, Translation of Pierre Emmanuel’s L’Enfant moi by T. Wignesan

The infant a stranger to me who grew up poet
You whom he missed even in his sleep
He who had to disinter himself upon waking
Every...

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Well, to be born…Translation of Pierre Emmanuel’s Or d’etre ne… by T. Wignesan

Now to be flesh of a man and a woman
All my life I will long for that
Without any hope of being re-born, being...

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