SurVision Magazine |
|
An
international online magazine that
publishes Surrealist poetry
in English.
Issue Five
TONY KITT Reacaire Somewhere
in the corner of language...
—Julie Flanders The scent of unread fields... Eternity is hard of hearing. Trash barges of an ideology earth up our ears. Our allegiances survive as hearts. Brown ice of cedars. Triangulation. What's the lo-call number for the nearest time stretch? We live the daily funeral, the panic of atoms. Language has many corners sprinkled with birds' early light. Your snow perfume, the dead warmth of your body... A sick man with his sack of stories under the round book of the moon. Reacaire: reciter of poems (Irish Gaelic) Calabria (1) Among ruins, you are whole even if your geometry is slightly porous Some minds carry knotted ideas, a few abuse them religiously Somebody approached me one monastic morning somebody with heavy eyelids and a tail I think his name was telegraph I hid in multi-story egocentric presentism Time is a roofless edifice it calculates in calabrese while you tarantella from reasons to consequences Cats carry a sky leg to divide it between their shadows Having committed himself to a coast-long punishment Herodotus caresses history the way man pets his poems Calabria (2) Tomorrow tomorrow tomorrow what will you say to me in your magnetic Faraday voice? Somebody is reading us at this very moment somebody's walking across the back catalogue of time errors The past is a fubsy mother the future a negligent nurse House walls disclose the bibliography of winters to the red belligerence of this afternoon There are colours in every goblet two silhouettes kiss from east to west You can sun your consciousness on the grinding sand day in and day out Tony Kitt is from Dublin, Ireland. His poems have appeared in Oxford Poetry, Poetry Ireland Review, The North, The Prague Revue, Plume, Stride, Otoliths, The American Journal of Poetry, Shot Glass Journal, etc. His chapbook entitled The Magic Phlute was published by SurVision Books in 2019. |
|
|