Friday, September 4, 2009

Kim Triedman [439]

http://www.kimtriedman.net/

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  1. A BOOK ABOUT DEATH

    I’d like to write a book about death.
    In any case the sun is shining, which is

    handy. If there were a place to start, it might
    be here. So late last night: a skunk, and
    the night before that a thousand people
    snaking through a street.

    Anyhow it’s been done before:

    Remember the postcards – millions? –
    and New York only ten feet out
    the open window? Consider the birds,
    crabbed; consider the bones, bleaching
    in a field.
    Too many to count (babies, too!) and even
    a bride in a dress, smiling.

    Honest to god, it’s a hell of a thing.

    The evening of the day he died I ate eggs.
    That one, too.

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