{"id":4252,"date":"2013-09-22T02:24:19","date_gmt":"2013-09-22T02:24:19","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/sporkpress.com\/?p=4252"},"modified":"2013-09-22T02:24:19","modified_gmt":"2013-09-22T02:24:19","slug":"poems-after-magritte-daniel-hudon","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thisissporkpress.com\/archive\/2013\/09\/22\/poems-after-magritte-daniel-hudon\/","title":{"rendered":"Poems After Magritte || Daniel Hudon"},"content":{"rendered":"

This is Not a Poem<\/strong>
\n 
\n 
\nIn the beginning was the Song of Love:
\na ball, a factory, a half-hidden plume of smoke,
\na Greek statue’s head and a rubber glove.
\n 
\nThe problem of the rose, the problem of the sea,
\nthe problem of the curtain that wouldn’t open.
\n 
\nIn the desert lies a coffin of wood:
\npolished, nameless, without inscriptions,
\nunder a brilliant sun and a festival of sky.
\n 
\nA ship of waves,
\na bird with clouds outstretched, flying,
\n 
\na candle made of stone, burning,
\nemitting pebbles of light.
\n 
\n(a little of the bandit’s soul,
\nplayed by solo cello.)
\n 
\nIn the word was a thought:
\ninvisible, unattached, free to explore
\nthe banality of familiar objects
\n(or the vernacular of eternity).
\n 
\nThe dreams of upholstered furniture,
\nthe question of our Saturdays,
\na broken landscape.
\n 
\nIn the forest walked a blindfolded man–
\nOn the table was a severed hand–
\nIn the closet hung a voluptuous dress.
\n 
\n 
\n____________________
\nThe Misanthropes<\/strong>
\n 
\n 
\nDrawn to one side, and tied with a belt near
\nthe bottom, the curtains gathered on the empty
\nplain like the heads on Easter Island.
\n 
\nRemoved from their duty, they loomed under the gray
\nsky, oblivious to the brilliant light of the setting sun
\nobscured in the distance.
\n 
\n 
\n____________________
\nThe Lost Jockey<\/strong>
\n 
\n 
\nGalloping
\nGalloping
\nGalloping across a desolate landscape
\nGalloping
\nGalloping
\nGalloping along a precipice
\nGalloping
\nGalloping
\nGalloping behind open curtains, to a burlesque soundtrack
\nGalloping
\nGalloping
\nGalloping among forests of bilboquets,
\nbranched and green, like silhouettes of chessmen
\nGalloping
\nGalloping
\nGalloping above a chauffered Model T
\nGalloping
\nGalloping
\nGalloping
\nGalloping
\nGalloping
\nGalloping
\nGalloping through an empty room
\nGalloping
\nGalloping
\n 
\n____________________
\nDaniel Hudon<\/strong>, originally from Canada, wonders about the future of statues and in his spare time writes instructions for how to build natural things as well as eulogies for extinct species. He teaches math, physics and writing part-time and has had recent work appear in The Meadowland Review, The Wilderness House Literary Review, Clarion and The Boston Globe.. A chapbook of his prose and poetry, Evidence for Rainfall, was published in 2010 by Pen and Anvil Press and a nonfiction book, The Bluffer\u2019s Guide to the Cosmos, was published in 2009 by Oval Books (UK). He is the 2011 winner of the Tiferet Journal nonfiction prize. His writing links can be found at people.bu.edu\/hudon. He lives in Boston, Massachusetts.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

This is Not a Poem     In the beginning was the Song of Love: a ball, a factory, a half-hidden plume of smoke, a Greek statue’s head and a rubber glove.   The problem of the rose, the problem of the sea, the problem of the curtain that wouldn’t open.   In the desert […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1,2],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-4252","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized","category-things"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thisissporkpress.com\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4252","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/thisissporkpress.com\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/thisissporkpress.com\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thisissporkpress.com\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thisissporkpress.com\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=4252"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/thisissporkpress.com\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4252\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thisissporkpress.com\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=4252"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thisissporkpress.com\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=4252"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thisissporkpress.com\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=4252"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}