{"id":412,"date":"2012-08-14T02:11:38","date_gmt":"2012-08-14T02:11:38","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/sporkpress.com\/poetry\/?p=412"},"modified":"2012-08-14T02:11:38","modified_gmt":"2012-08-14T02:11:38","slug":"then-orpheus-list-by-kristine-snodgrass","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thisissporkpress.com\/archive\/2012\/08\/14\/then-orpheus-list-by-kristine-snodgrass\/","title":{"rendered":"Then Orpheus, List by Kristine Snodgrass"},"content":{"rendered":"

Then Orpheus, List<\/strong><\/p>\n

Don\u2019t sing. The singer is the seer. Don\u2019t sing. The singer is the seer. Don\u2019t sing, the singer is the seer. The singer. The singer. The singer. The singer is the seer. The seer is a singer. Don\u2019t sing. Don\u2019t you see? Don\u2019t see. Don\u2019t sing or see, the seer is the singer. Don\u2019t sing. Don\u2019t open your mouth. Don\u2019t sing. Don\u2019t see. Don\u2019t open your eyes, don\u2019t see. Don\u2019t open your eyes. Don\u2019t see. Don\u2019t sing your mouth or see your eyes. Don\u2019t sing and see. Don\u2019t see sing. Don\u2019t see sing. Don\u2019t see your singing in your mouth. See your singing in your mouth. Don\u2019t see. See. See. See. Your singing in your mouth and in your eyes. Sing in your mouth. Don\u2019t sing. Your mouth. Your sing. Your mouth. Your song. Song your mouth. Song your see. Song your see in your mouth. Song your mouth. See your song in your mouth. See your mouth. See your eyes in your mouth in your song. Sing sing sing. Sing. Sing. Sing in your mouth. See your sing. See your sing. See your song in your mouth? See your song in your mouth? Your song. Your song. The singer is the seer. The singer is the seer. Sing in your mouth the song you see. You see. You see? The song:<\/p>\n

one<\/strong>
\nDusty in balm, o rain! Uber sly gung ho!
\nO Orpheus sing it! Ho. Her bum in \u2013or,
\nUnder alleys she-wig. Dock sells inner fur swag
\nClinging and fanging, winking and wandering for<\/p>\n

Tears still drunken as them clarifying
\nGelatin, world, and longer under genocide;
\nUnder ergonomics such as, see night as list
\nAnd night as angst in six or less warnings\u2014<\/p>\n

Sunburned as a whore. Brutal, shriek, terror
\nShine and climb in earrings hurt in under,
\nCome in hot war, die zoo animal fang.<\/p>\n

My under-self has drunken vernacular
\nMid-eyelet zoo gang, doesn\u2019t often be
\nThe shit you in the temple\u2014I\u2019m a gay whore.<\/p>\n

two<\/strong>
\nIn fasting, imagine war undergoing fervor
\nAs descent I, and again, clock long song and layer
\nAnd glance\u2014declare church fire through links slayer
\nAnd mock the sicken, bet in my hour.<\/p>\n

And sleeve and more. And allies warrior-laugh.
\nDie bomb, die icky be-wonderment, dies
\nFootball farm, die guilty vice
\nAnd yay! Day strong and cosmic self-betrayal.<\/p>\n

See sleep die. Welts, singers got rehab
\nDo see fallen debt, does he nick beggars
\nFirst walk Suess-ing? Sigh. She understands and leaves.<\/p>\n

Who is Todd? O, worst you die the motif
\nHer friend, or not, is sick and lying berserk\u2014
\nHo sinks, see? In austere, I\u2019m Madden-fest.<\/p>\n

three<\/strong>
\nI got your mags! We, able quagmire-soul
\nIn man I\u2019m fuckin\u2019 thirsty. Smile, liar?
\nSame sin, it\u2019s we fault. And, a cruising Sawyer
\nHer swag\u2014stay kind, temple for Apollo.<\/p>\n

Gay sang we do in lure is nicked beggar,
\nNicked were bung onion endless notch erect us
\nGay sang is dasheen. Fur den got in licks
\nWanna ampersand? Word. And wanna wine debtor?<\/p>\n

And under sin, die burgundy stern.
\nDie is the night young? Lane does do least, when asked.
\nDie stem, damn den, muddier often\u2013learn.<\/p>\n

Regressing\u2014that\u2019s the off sang. Those weren\u2019t
\nIn war-height singing. Is in, and or hawk,
\nIn hawk yum Nick\u2019s in when I\u2019m out. In wind.<\/p>\n

four<\/strong>
\nO, I start lickin\u2019 treat your while
\nIn them atom, dirt you nicked, meant
\nLasted him an year, wagging suck tiller
\nInto you sit or, or, weird variant.<\/p>\n

O, I are selling, I are healing,
\nDie order and fang. Door her sense.
\nBroken dirt-file and zeal, fond filing,
\nEager glance or looking fervent.<\/p>\n

Fuck it. Nixon-laden die! She were
\nGet the soar luck and a year with
\nHer sin, diaper, Gershwin, die me.<\/p>\n

Sell, die all. Kind I planet, die done
\nWouldn\u2019t you prefer angst? I trudge at night.
\nAble die, lift able die Rome.<\/p>\n

five<\/strong>
\nErect it kindly then seen. Last die, rose
\nNor jets jar sign-in guns ton blown.
\nThen Orpheus, list. Sane metamorphosis
\nIn them, and them. We are swollen under night, man.<\/p>\n

I\u2019m laundry name. In fur alley male
\nIs Orpheus, when is sing. Or come and get
\nIs nicks Sean veil? When or die, rose and shale
\nUm, in parting man can you bursted?<\/p>\n

O why, or when must ass hurt? Bereft,
\nAnd when I\u2019m celibate awe bang tea, dash or sandy.
\nIn them sign were dies her sign; oooh, Bertram!<\/p>\n

Is her Sean a dork? When ears might be glided
\nDoor liar glitter, sang in neck. Die hand!
\nUnder gay dork, in them, or uber-shredded:<\/p>\n

*<\/strong><\/p>\n

Sing or don\u2019t sing! Sing or don\u2019t sing. Die hand, sane metamorphosis. Sing or don\u2019t sing. Sing. Don\u2019t sing. Die hand. Die sane. Die hand. Die sane. Sing or don\u2019t sing. Sane metamorphosis. Die sane. Die hand. Sing and die sane. In hand or in song, die. Sane metamorphosis. Die hand and sane. And sane and die. In hand, die song, die. Sane song. Die, song, die. Sane metamorphosis. Sing or don\u2019t sing, die song, die. Sing or don\u2019t sing, die song die. Sane metamorphosis. Sing in hand, not mouth. Sing in hand, not mouth. Die sane. Die sane and sing in hand. Sing don\u2019t die. Sing, don\u2019t die. Don\u2019t die, sane. And sing. And sing. And sing in hand. Metamorphosis. Sing. Die sane. Nixon-laden die! Die order and fang! Gay sang! Gay sang and die. Nixon-laden die, order and fang, die. Die and gay sang. Die and gay sang. Nixon-laden die. Nixon-laden die. Order and fang. Order and fang, bereft and the order. Bereft, die sang. And sing. In hand, order and fang, gay sang. Sang gay and die. Bereft and gay sang. And sing and die. Metamorphosis. Die! And gay sang and see night as angst. That\u2019s the off sang. See night as angst. That\u2019s the off sang. Sing and die, the off sang. Sing and die. The off sang. Sing gay and die. The off sang. Wanna ampersand? & die. & die. & die. The off sang. Order fang and bereft. & die sang. List, list, list.<\/p>\n

NOTE:<\/strong> The five parts of this poem are homophonic translations of Rilke\u2019s Sonnets to Orpheus<\/em> (Poulin trans., #1-5)
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\nKristine Snodgrass’ collaborative work with Neil de la Flor and Maureen Seaton is forthcoming in a book, Two Thieves & a Liar<\/em> (JackLeg Press 2012). Her solo poetry has appeared in decomP, Otoliths, Versal, 5_Trope, Big Bridge, Shampoo, Coconut, and others. She is the author of the chapbooks, Put the Pie Away Quietly <\/em>and <\/strong>Without Fervor <\/em>(Cy Gist Press 2012) and Fledgling Starlet<\/em> (Grey Book Press 2009).<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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