POETRY by James Heller Levinson & Anthony Seidman
 

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Two Poems from See-saw

Implodal Press, 2005
ISBN 1-931002-37-1
$5


Excerpt from “Paris” (pages 21-22)
by James Heller Levinson

leech of my youth
mellifluous cancer
bleach-coated armadillos trafficking in polysemous underwear

          [If you are lucky enough to have lived in Paris as a young man ...

          I am living at the Villa Borghese. There is not a crumb of dirt
          anywhere nor a chair misplaced.

          Conversing over a Demi with Beckett at the Cafe Select,
          dinner with Giacometti at La Coupole ...

          Communing with Breton over aperitif sessions at the Cyrano ...

          There is mother a place in the world called Paris.
          A very big place & far off & once again big.
Paris
City of light
to trip this fumbling inertness into ignition
to immerse in sponges of vulvatude & beaujolais
to emerge into
Writer-hood

to arrive callow & ignorant
yet striking
innocence an edible generous as plankton
in three days I had the crabs


Excerpt from “My Paris, My Coda” (page 27)
by Anthony Seidman

The city as the locked gate, and the rose trembling in wet wind.
The omnibus window rattling and Helen wearing a pearl necklace.
The city as an African mask, the tooth, and the bone through milk.
The city as Zone and the propeller of two breasts on the platter of modernity.
The city as velocity, and the river churning in the radiator of a young Cuban wave.
The omnibus turns onto a street peopled with darkness;
the windows are empty, yet there’s an orgy in a salon, & a tulip in the breast of a tombstone.

That city, though, was not my city. Far off,
Lorca’s mascara ran as the banderillas skewered the clouds, and the slow
bull pushed through dust, turning up a boy holding a spear of wheat.
Lorca wept from his balcony facing the South, as
far South as the boulevards of the San Fernando Valley.
Yet the fishmongers of Paris were lighting pianos on fire, and a green
guitar with the fins of mermaid was seen in a pawnshop window used as a front
for an Algerian rug shop, where a squad of progressive phrenologists
fashioned skulls of snow, or sipped liquid watches through straws.

 

 

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A basic book with gray index cover and text printed on 60 pound opaque white paper. Click on image above for enlargement of cover.

36 pages

 
 

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