Above and below,before and behindthe late summercrickets’ delirium: a void their layeredmonochordial praisepours and keepson pouring from— * what happens I wonder to all of the garbagethe New York barges disgorge in the ocean to all the ten-thousand-year radiant poisonsboiling in hundreds of puny cooling pools what happens when at last we accept there’s nowashing the whiff of apocalypse out of our clothes * Bill Knott is Victor Borge playing for laughswhile contemplating a page of Kierkegaardhe read before sinking into last night’s insomnia.The thought of it casts a sickish light on his handsas they prance over the ivories.Read More