Two Poems by Zach Savich
|February 27, 2013|
For All We Know
For all we know, all it takes nothing to endure
is all that will endure. I write you from the afterlife.
Behind my eyes are the long stones that keep
a field unplanted, so the fertile top’s pristine.
I say pleasure.
I say escalate.
Knowing little but faithful to the little green even dew sets off.
I keep a mirror in one palm to read the other.
The Most Again
Real astonishment not the error
for the chir of coming bikes
and we moved aside but the distance
error is the initial
understanding of In months we’ll throw
rocks to break the ice just wide enough
to set one bottle in
and wait for spring I love imagining
the well-dressed woman who spends her days
in the tapered light
beneath the overpass unstoppering
a bottle opaque from steam released
by the tempered wood peering within
to find not a message but
a minute ship inside
About the Author:
Zach Savich is the author of three collections of poetry, including The Firestorm, which won the 2010 Cleveland State University Poetry Center’s Open Competition, and a collection of prose, Events Film Cannot Withstand. His latest poetry collection, Century-Swept Brutal, is forthcoming from Black Ocean Press. Savich currently teaches at Shippensburg University and serves as an editor with The Kenyon Review.
Make any cento you want! But try to make it as good as you want it to be. You don’t really want Seidel’s freedom. His poems are licensed by privilege, prestige and money — lots of all three. His deliberate transgressions look like power — to poets, any use of power looks like freedom. But I just read all Seidel’s work, straight through, and I think he’s wearing golden handcuffs.
Pale Youths in Love
I remember when I was a pre-teen and they moved into a loft across the street from me in Tribeca, where I lived. And an older neighbor friend told me they were living in her building, on the top floor. I saw him at my corner deli, and on the street smoking, but never her. At night, I sometimes looked up at their windows and saw their lights on. He was not very impressive in person. Cute, but no big deal.
What is Work?
Without a written record, we cannot know with certainty how the earliest humans thought about work, but the importance of sharing food and other resources means that prehistoric work embodied at least an element of serving the needs of a community rather than just those of an individual and his or her immediate family.
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