Thursday, June 23, 2011

From Bill Knott's Latest Collection Murder/Suicide

which is available for free, as all of his books are, or you can pay a few bucks for a print copy via Lulu. This is the first poem from this edition. I had not read it before, but now I can't stop thinking about it.

1946


The year Noir was born; the year Nazis hid
In monasteries to restore their force;
Peace, but peace that made some things even worse
Than they were pre-war: I was just a kid,

Hard at play, cap pistols, hooky, apples
Filched through a farm fence: then my mother dies,
Killed illegal abortion style by guys
Quoting God, his badboy lies, his bibles.

Pope Vandal burnt the last Complete Sappho
Publicly, my mother was butchered in
A secret site; their results much the same,

So I blame him and him and him and him,
All of them from Adam onwards are men,
Meaning me, meaning the worst thing I know.
Note: In 1073, Pope Gregory VII ordered the public burning of all books containing the poetry of Sappho

2 comments:

  1. So basically he hates himself and all men because some men are bad?

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  2. thanks for featuring one of my poems—

    the complete texts of all my books are posted online at:

    http://billknottpoetrybooks.blogspot.com/

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