{"id":577,"date":"2013-01-22T02:15:04","date_gmt":"2013-01-22T02:15:04","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/sporkpress.com\/poetry\/?p=577"},"modified":"2013-01-22T02:15:04","modified_gmt":"2013-01-22T02:15:04","slug":"what-the-prose-knows-by-stella-corso","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thisissporkpress.com\/archive\/2013\/01\/22\/what-the-prose-knows-by-stella-corso\/","title":{"rendered":"what the prose knows by Stella Corso"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><strong>WHAT THE PROSE KNOWS<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>*<\/p>\n<p><em>The same nightmare that unites us, awakens us<\/em>\u2014a long process of continual revision\u2014his first book, a night without armor\u2014who is stalking who\u2014everyone is either cold or sad\u2014as illustrated by Juan Gris\u2014a strange and snakelike syntax\u2014the sidewalk is always changing\u2014girls are terrible dolls with strings\u2014and phantom limbs where phantom leans\u2014CAUTION: may contain nudity\u2014false faces &amp; useful illusions\u2014fun in hotels\u2014the world is very old\u2014each star in its constellation feels alone\u2014how much you should read depends on your mood\u2014or consult with your moon\u2014if you didn\u2019t come to laugh, you will die from enthusiasm\u2014is it the windows that keep you from leaping\u2014<em>lines, nothing but lines<\/em><\/p>\n<p>*<\/p>\n<p><em>Much has been said and there is<\/em>\u2014a propensity to claim Lincoln\u2014but as a goth I\u2019m claiming him\u2014and as a spirit\u2014I am knifing a hole in the cloud of this tree\u2014and as a psychic I\u2019m despairing\u2014in an orange dress laid out for you and picked by an oracle\u2014an animal that died because it had to\u2014words typing themselves\u2014a message struggling through the wall\u2014some of them demons, some charming\u2014<em>watch out for colors<\/em>\u2014all dreams are clich\u00e9s\u2014you will read them in field notes\u2014red lights over Oakland\u2014red eyes over Ohio\u2014a rusty little piglet\u2014pale then red then pale \u2014do we move through the decades or does the decade move through us\u2014I dreamt a swarm of bees\u2014and then an avalanche\u2014<em>this is black eye for pretty<\/em><\/p>\n<p>*<\/p>\n<p><em>As if we could scrape the color off the iris<\/em>\u2014I, too, have fallen in love with fragments\u2014a disjointed memory\u2014Joni Mitchell, New York City, that orange restaurant\u2014calendula, to be exact, and to be exact is the nature of color\u2014what does it mean to have light\u2014to be lit from within\u2014I have a friend whom I call intoxicating\u2014her energy literally emanates\u2014when she leaves we get sad and don\u2019t know why\u2014when I lose an object I get sad and don\u2019t know why\u2014does the object contain our happiness displaced\u2014an old thought but with new gravity\u2014obsession is funny like that\u2014here is my question\u2014which is sadder, a red balloon or a blue balloon\u2014if you answer both you are like me whose skin is both\u2014and my friend\u2014<em>we look at her skin together as she describes this pain<\/em><\/p>\n<p>_______________________________________________<br \/>\n*italicized lines are from \u2018Prose Poems\u2019 by Pierre Reverdy, \u2018The Marvelous Bones of Time\u2019 by Brenda Coultas, and \u2018Bluets\u2019 by Maggie Nelson, respectively<\/p>\n<p><strong>Stella Corso<\/strong> lives in Western Massachusetts where she co-curates the Blue Peter Readings with Alex Phillips and acts as Assistant Editor for <em>jubilat<\/em> magazine. 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