21 Apr 2004
Tunneling Through Blind.
I have no personal anecdote to share about this poem, except that in 1993 or so I decided that I would discover the Next Great Poet, and randomly checked out books by people I had never heard of in my quest. Most of the poets needed to remain on the shelves of Willis Library, but occasionally I would find at least one poem I liked. Here is one. It is short.
No One
Malcolm Glass
I slide my fingers
into your extravagant
black hair, tunneling
through blind. Your
head shapes my palms–
hidden, secret–
my fingertips only
dreaming skin.
No one will ever
hold you so gently.
Not even death
(from Bone Love, University Presses of Florida, 1978)
April 21st, 2004 at 8:32 am
um, i said OCCULASS, not Malcolm Glass!
April 21st, 2004 at 8:51 am
You and your Oculass obsession are worrying my man. See comment below under “I think I made you up inside my head.”
April 21st, 2004 at 9:08 am
jp!: 5:30, Laurel Street Park monkey bars. Mr. Mooch knows the way. We need to have a conversation. I will bring the sandwiches…knuckle sandwiches.
April 21st, 2004 at 10:28 am
Great poem. And I haven’t heard the phrase “knuckle sandwiches” in a month of Sundays (in fact, I’m not sure I’ve ever heard “knuckle sandwich” used in the plural before, but the “-es” makes it even better — nicely done). Make him say “uncle,” Larry!
April 21st, 2004 at 10:46 am
i say oculass uses her powers to whip both your arses. oculass is property of no man.
April 21st, 2004 at 11:55 am
Now I never claimed ownership of the ‘lass. I am merely defending her honor. Cómo usted dice, beat it hippie?
April 21st, 2004 at 2:17 pm
I know this is off of the Oculass topic, but I just wanted to mention that I really love this poem.
April 21st, 2004 at 4:17 pm
wah? are you nutz! you don’t get all the occulass stories!! all the good boys and girls deserve to hear of extraordinary exploits from the dominoed dare-doll!