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by Harry Gilonis

for Louis Zukofsky, a hundred years on

  the

  substance

  else devoted,

  I am shadow

  changing thoughts

  then this

  let me look

  on that shadow,

  come,

  take this

  shadow

  up,

  unseeing

  eyes

  35 stanzas from unHealed

  poems in English long after the old Welsh of the Canu Heledd

  Coalition cannon dappled grey:

  They want a thrust though it pierce heads;

  toxic chemicals spread over Derah.

  Coalition cannon dappled brown:

  the gist of language, burning bodies,

  they have taken Derah, a desolate town.

  Coalition shelling over the boundary:

  chain-guns, co-ax, the armies

  captured Derah, a town with no fathers.

  Coalition rifles open fire:

  chain-guns, hesh, the soldiers

  captured Derah, no-one left alive.

  Coalition cannon moving haphazardly

  into the tumult of battle,

  cannon, cannonade, carnage.

  •

  Nothing mollifies tonight,

  outside on hard rock.

  No-one, no people.

  Dark and sad tonight –

  no fire and no books.

  Tears erode the cheeks.

  Dark and sad, tonight –

  no fire, no household.

  Crying at nightfall.

  It breaks me to see –

  no shelter, no fire.

  Pools of destruction.

  Desolate tonight;

  after the soldiers,

  faces are altered.

  •

  eagle erne ‘golden’ tonight

  white-tailed glides grouped bespattered

  eye whirling trees longing yearly

  eagle ’f el-Huir all gleaming higher

  bloodstained young nests boreal

  eye whirling trees hunt grief

  eagle erne oppressive hunting

  different mid-air tonight

  dark brownish long rain gliding

  eagle erne estuaries seas

  name threat plumage in eaglet

  game-birds sees old woods grey

  eagle erne flies cliffs hunting

  carrion eyes feasting

  all larger lighter heads’ violence

  •

  The driftpin finds a dinar

  it hefts, yells – victor.

  The quiet of dawn drifts in gear.

  The driftpin isn’t different –

  law and order not worth a gourmand’s cat.

  The garrison nigh dying.

  The driftpin drank, drained the throat white.

  Oud, gnawed, aches, urgent, torn. In debit the gut

  each noon-tide echoed.

  •

  Moving in parallel the Euphrates

  and by trenches the Tigris

  and there are torsoes in the Khabur.

  Moving in parallel the two rivers Zab

  and by ditches the Diyala

  and there’s gore in the Uzaym.

  •

  watcher wearied in tabu ringed

  a herd bend in hate

  grown wrong chant

  watcher wearied in tabu ringed

  a chant be in retch

  grown wrong duty

  wrath gadgetry threw way edgy

  a wrath eddy a wind ode

  wage idly war

  •

  Law views better are vital,

  conquest, coalition, campaign,

  is assure true, troops destruction.

  No shadow wealth are new coalition:

  not through deliver with.

  No vital a free fear look.

  Better aim benefit any falls,

  a develops forces while oil.

  Of from an event oil.

  Better am benefit a too do regime.

  Vital aim forward access get.

  Nor government falls yr ffuc.

  •

  Sargon Hammurabi Cyrus Antiochus

  Hormizd Harun al-Rashid Faisal

  the Administrators of the Coalition Provisi onal Authority

  •

  Amputation blackened flies fire.

  Parts blast shards heads crowd.

  Gutted metal smoking toppled blast stump.

  Amputation blackened flies fire.

  Parts blast shards limbs wounded.

  Gutted metal smoking toppled shrapnel.

  Amputation blackened flies fire. Blackened

  flies flames legs wreckage.

  Guts blast smoke toppling congealed.

  •

  fully field programmable

  with in-flight re-targeting

  to cover the whole kill chain

  with sensor-to-shooter capability

  for effects-based engagement

  and an integral good-faith report

  and a situational awareness

  of integrity and trust

  to achieve the desired lethal effects

  •

  Misan Block 4 Majnoon Block 9

  Khabbaz Rafidan Rumaila Jambur

  Luhais Safwan Safiya Qurna

  •

  •

  •

  Processions written inside chivalry

  Even as bush, odd as

  light

  For how long can they be an

  extravagance beyond their regular call?

  A kind of people

  This sleep bears no relation to

  chart, east, heart, angel

  There is that procession like the

  heat driving the windows

  Here is a bird, a

  home, a prison, storms for an assault

  They are sunny and

  scornful of anything that is

  victorious

  Plumed as time,

  torrid as town

  “I know wizard-fingers”,

  they cry, until they

  are naked

  Want a trifle

  They have no air

  Here there are

  convictions

  Such esteem bears no

  relation to loss, extremity, creature, tree

  “Harry Gilonis”

  Blair’s Grave

  Opening The Grave, a poem bid

  to paint air to judgement

  Blake’s television yonder

  Horrid apparition British prime

  amidst skulls screened

  in mild repose depicted

  the renovated social man

  wreaked order

  rich and visible

  with lies as appointed

  the science of being wrong

  superficial but deep

  Blair outreach’d wandered heedless on

  Soul exhilarated by leadership

  he happily Britain

  Quite by glory task

  intoxicated by dreams eternal

  theologians hovering

  with harps under arms

  issues of trust or integrity over

  intelligence was remotely

  Peace mistakes have been made

  everyone is happy hugely

  the virtuous own the banks

  thrones and chemicals

  •

  errors were made on our side and face

  sword happen’d

  the wrong weapons traded into the hands

  good war more happily our good

  my fervent global threat

  screened to confusion air to shreds

  the world over

  preparing for futures

  •

  Newsnight insignia mended his song

  I never anticipated spending time on irony

  let’s be clear once this row dies

  I don’t do Hell

  slime made of men
/>   others’ the abyss the horror not mine

  Blood thick sooty gross

  the war on right thing

  never us

  heaving righteousness becalmed

  gross slow moving

  “we strove hard for the strong”

  •

  past buried country

  banners folly disastrous

  Black cloud the moral air

  ethical cleansing

  logistical nightmare democracies

  privatise the doing

  Fedex the coffins

  pile dead pride

  immortality is up

  exploring futures doleful black

  •

  the eglantine smell’d of science

  blossoms hampering the shipment of food

  the virtuous own the banks

  thrones and chemicals

  dark as war

  ragged English legacy

  made of epitaphs

  riding beneath the crows

  to meet nothing but flame

  sword in the shiver, on the hid

  How calm his exit!

  •

  from NORTH HILLS

  ‘faithless’ translations of classical Chinese poetry (presented here in paired versions)

  quite a way after Li Shang-yin (AD 813–858)

  inlaid harp

  patterned zither not carry five ten strings

  one string one fret consider magnificent years

  Chuang Tzu day dream confused butterfly butterfly

  Wang Emperor youthful heart entrust restrict cuckoo

  green sea moon bright beads are tears

  blue field sun warm white grow smoke

  this situation able stay become pursue remember

  merely is being when stop desolate thus

  bright strings

  bright strings handled

  gut, peg … thought

  bewilderment flutters by

  night jars transformed

  clear understanding

  on an indigo field

  a problem pursued

  at the time right

  quite a way after Po Chü-I (AD 772–846)

  as grass

  leaves leaves prairie grasses

  here once gone once

  fire consumes fire weed

  head-high in spring-wind

  fragrant invasion by roads

  bright extension by walls

  prince of friends leaving / luxuriant

  ‘flamingo feathers’ waving him off …

  grasses primer

  grasses leave, leave barren plains

  in a year flourish, within it wither

  tundra fires never quite burn grass off

  new spring brings new life to meadows

  smell of green crosses the old road

  sight of green enters the old town

  when my old friend Timothy leaves

  I’m bent, I’m lorn, I’m down – it’s hard …

  quite a way after Tai Shu-lun (AD 732–789)

  old friend

  autumn pours us full

  night levels towns cities

  chanced meeting beyond geography

  flitting about time time

  wind moves magpie / words

  Spider-web flutters clear night

  travellers with wine constant

  kept mutual in looped days

  old friend

  fall moon fills us

  in night-doubled cities

  balanced accounts within histories

  translating doubts every time

  dark winds measured words

  insects crawl // in the white-out

  travellers with wine constant

  kept mutual at azimuth

  quite a way after T’ao Ch’ien (c. AD 365–427)

  drinking wine [no. 5 of a sequence]

  home amid great works

  noise of communication traffic

  ask about paying cash

  breakdown of partial sincerity

  (doesn’t match any documents)

  mountain walking genre poem

  beautiful painless night signals

  rhythmic propulsion birds roost

  work progress meaning mystifying

  link posts neglect speech

  drinking wine [no. 5 of a sequence]

  a house shaped near folk, but not too near

  no noise of traffic on the roadways

  how so? how so? how? so.

  mind & heart distanced self inclines to place

  see: fuchsia fuchsias interlace the hedgerows

  Galtymore a line of thin pale russet

  (the beauty of mountain air at dusk)

  birds move to roost together:

  this. here. true. clear. meaning?

  (distant) petalled by memory (echo)

  quite a way after Ts’ui Hao (AD 704–754)

  brown crane

  a yellow crane left

  yellow crane tower right

  looked for in vain

  … centuries of clouds …

  clear sky streams trees

  through the plain of grasses

  day(s) end(s) going home

  mist / waves / river

  crane (version)

  1. lifted by crane to heaven

  2. subordinated earth left empty

  3 (not) repeated (not) duplicated

  4. sky loaded with clouds (folded thousands)

  5. river, trees, positively bright (experience, experience)

  6. plumed birds, grasses (luxuriant, luxuriant)

  7. sunset uncertainty (where are the bureaucrats?)

  8. roll-up smoke signals across the water

  quite a way after Ts’ui Shu (c. AD 704–749)

  elevated station

  how imperious this vantage

  from which to assess the day

  cloud peeks at each cardinal point

  the news is ‘rain’ from along the valley

  closing the passes off from view

  here among old banks and slaughter-houses

  how unexpected to find poets

  and enthusiasts for chrysanths and antiques

  nine clouds

  high masts of the imperium

  watch the weather becoming dawn

  anvil clouds heading north

  … rain in from Yosemite …

  One never knows, do one?

  whirling matters dervish-style

  leave it to poets o nombreux officiers

  to ruminate cloud-types and flowers

  quite a way after Tu Fu (AD 712–770)

  moonlight night

  tonight under foreign moon

  the room watches alone

  distant pity tiny few

  can’t explain won’t remember

  hair fragrant cloud(-top)

  clear pure bright armed

  what when relied on

  ears dried brightness shared

  night moon

  exiled moon tonight

  she watches alone

  far family sorrow

  remembering not here

  sweet cloud hair missed

  clear light flesh called

  empty casement time

  tears dried together

  quite a way after Tu Mu (c. AD 803–852)

  southern spring

  calling / birds / reflect (off /on) river

  water, village, mountain, ramparts, flags, wind …

  many, many (many many) temples

  pavilions (in) mist (in) rain

  southern spring

  foliage, blossom, orioles

  mountains and rivers and pubs and banners

  facing south, morning

  architecture & unfrozen rain

  quite a way after ‘Tzü Yeh’ (fl. AD 3rd–4th centuries)

  attributed song 1.0

  long night no sleep

  moon shine bright bright

  thought I heard quiet voice

&nbs
p; said “you” to no-one, no-where

  attributed song 1.1

  night blank particles of sleep

  moon embeds brilliance redoubled

  voice blankly scatters

  emptiness affirmatively

  quite a way after Wang Wei (c. AD 700–760)

  deer park (poem 5 from Wheel River)

  no change on the hollow hills

  sole solo voice duplicated

  flickering light through trees

  falls on blue lichen

  deer enclosure (poem 5 from Wheel River)

  wild sky | HILLS | unseeing people

  still conversation sounding

  brightness moves into deep woods

  again shines again onto green moss

  quite a way after Wei Chuang (AD 836– 910)

 

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