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Who watches the lion suffer in his cage rots in the lion's memory. (René Char) . . . . . . . . . . . . . . [Note: The text is always from the site reviewed, unless specifically indicated otherwise - hapax]

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the slop barrel:
slices of the paideuma for all sentient beings



            III

            By standing on the rim of the slop barrel
            We could look right into the bird's nest.
            Thelma, too little, insisted on seeing
            We boosted her up
                                     and over the edge
            Head first among the slops in her best Sunday dress
            Now let's regret things for a while
            That you can't read music
            That I never learned Classical languages
            That we never grew up, never learned to behave
            But devoted ourselves to magic:

              Creature, you are a cow
              Come when I call you and be milked.
              Creature, you are a lion. Be so kind
              As to eat something other than my cow or me.
              Object, you are a tree, to go or stay
              At my bidding...

              Or more simply still, tree, you are lumber
              Top-grade Douglas fir
              At so many bucks per thousand board-feet
              A given amount of credit in the bank
              So that beyond a certain number of trees
              Or volume of credit you don't have to know or see
              Nothing

            Nevertheless we look
            And seeing, love.
            From loving we learn
            And knowingly choose:
            Greasy wisdom is better than clothes.

            I mean i love those trees
            And the printing that goes on them
            A forest of words and music
            You do the translations, I can sing.