Rebecca Loudon is at Everyday Genius, and boy is she ever. Genius, I mean. These poems are pounding and terrible and good.
Otherwise, I guess Eyeshot was gone, and now it’s back
and
Rebecca Loudon is at Everyday Genius, and boy is she ever. Genius, I mean. These poems are pounding and terrible and good.
Otherwise, I guess Eyeshot was gone, and now it’s back
and
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Submit to you —
could that be what you are saying?
the way ripples on the water
submit to an idling wing?
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(7) Pushkin and Gogol
GOGOL falls out from the wings on to the stage and quietly lies there.
PUSHKIN appears on stage, stumbles over GOGOL and falls.
PUSHKIN: What the devil! Seems I’ve tripped over Gogol!
GOGOL (Getting up): What a vile abomination! You can’t even have a rest.
(Walks off, stumbles over PUSHKIN and falls) Seems I’ve stumbled over
Pushkin!
PUSHKIN (Getting up): Not a minute’s peace! (Walks off, stumbles over
GOGOL and falls) What the devil! Seems I’ve tripped over Gogol again!
GOGOL (Getting up): Always an obstacle in everything! (Walks off, stumbles
over PUSHKIN and falls) It’s a vile abomination! Tripped over Pushkin again!
PUSHKIN (Getting up): Hooliganism! Sheer hooliganism! (Walks off, stumbles
over GOGOL and falls) What the devil! Tripped over Gogol again!
GOGOL (Getting up): It’s sheer mockery! (Walks off, stumbles over PUSHKIN
and falls) Tripped over Pushkin again!
PUSHKIN (Getting up): What the devil! Well, really, what the devil! (Walks
off, stumbles over GOGOL and falls) Over Gogol!
GOGOL (Getting up): Vile abomination! (Walks off, stumbles over PUSHKIN
and falls) Over Pushkin!
PUSHKIN (Getting up): What the devil! (Walks off, stumbles over GOGOL
and falls into the wings) Over Gogol!
GOGOL (Getting up): Vile abomination! (Walks off into wings; from offstage)
Over Pushkin!
(Curtain)
(1934)
Rebecca Loudon is punching poetry in the gut and not saying sorry over at Radish King, HERE and HERE and HERE. Remember breathing.