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Some things are like treeswings

In Architecture, Philosophy, Poetry on September 1, 2010 at 11:07 am

Progress Under Blue Sky and Clouds
Karl Parker

It’s difficult to consider building a barn
when we still don’t have a clue down here about the front door.
There is, however, a seemingly-endless amount of stuff

to get lost in, occasionally come alive inside (at least
that’s what it feels like) an old treestump
or someone’s accent. Some things are like treeswings

that don’t need trees, and therefore of intrinsic good.
You see, we proceed by default, but don’t tell that to the weather
or little rivers of flies start to stream from our education.

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No Tell Books: Personationskin, by Karl Parker

In Confessional, Opinion, Poetry on September 1, 2010 at 11:00 am

My accomplice is an animal, that’s why I often have an animal’s head.
Karl Parker, from DESERT PLACE

Personationskin, by Karl Parker

Not everyone has the ability to bring us into their heads, but Karl Parker does, and it is a trippy, animalistic place. At 130 pages, Personationskin is a substantial book of poetry, and the poems within are successively, often simultaneously, apocalyptic, tender, naturistic, fantastical.

For instance, the fantastical and tender A Hospital-Bird describes the effect on hospital patients of the visit of  A large bird wearing a hospital gown as the sick ones grew less tired, less borne down upon.  This poem ends with a humorous, suitably understated discovery, which I wouldn’t spoil for the world.

Fog At Morning is at once apocalyptic and somewhat naturistic as it juxtaposes zombies and fog, again, humorously, yet tenderly, sadly:

Zombies appear in the mist.
They take you to the mall, where they make you try on clothes.

These are just two examples, but these poems are often skillfully hitting on multiple cylinders.

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