Hephaestus Lovenote
(Up) until the brain is no
Longer an anvil, made-sword
Cleaving the ledger
Of forgetfulness, the pages
Unfurling, curling at the clip
Of their texture, which
Is memory despised
By memory, which is
The heated spark
Of the hammering, and
The hiss of fatigue as
Book and blade wound
The water. Fish
Is the primal lip. Bull
Is the murder of
China. Twins...
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(Up) until the brain is no
Longer an anvil, made-sword
Cleaving the ledger
Of forgetfulness, the pages
Unfurling, curling at the clip
Of their texture, which
Is memory despised
By memory, which is
The heated spark
Of the hammering, and
The hiss of fatigue as
Book and blade wound
The water. Fish
Is the primal lip. Bull
Is the murder of
China. Twins...
Read More
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Hephaestus is probably my favourite of the Greek gods because despite being less prominent or glamourous than some of his contemporaries, he represents a constant; (a rhythm, if you like) which is paradoxical, considering the group of deities with which he is associated are infamous for their petulant, changeable dispositions. He always seemed to be less egotistical or infantile (which are very human weaknesses) than Zeus, et al; therefore was more 'godlike' in my view.
I like 'Hephaestus Lovenote' very much, particularly the idea at very end:
A single
Breath, some
Thing
Held in
To divide into
Rhythm...)
Quite wonderful.
here's a version of a southern fried SWANS!