tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-41044230265911382372011-07-30T21:02:12.346-04:00Dan Goorevitchnoreply@blogger.comBlogger171100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4104423026591138237.post-19621277493869606022008-03-15T15:09:00.001-04:002008-03-15T15:12:26.904-04:00<div align="center"><br /><span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;" ><br /><strong>I<br />a m<br />y o u<br />h a v e<br />a m o n g<br />h a r d e r<br />t h o u g h t<br />b r a n c h e s<br />s t r u g g l e s<br />r e j o i c e !</strong><br /><br /><br /><br /></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4104423026591138237-1962127749386960602?l=dangoorevitch-poetry-1.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Dan Goorevitchnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4104423026591138237.post-37830245181786979402007-04-16T13:33:00.002-04:002008-08-07T12:36:31.518-04:00<div align="center"><br /><span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;" ><br /><strong><br />1<br /><br />Open the box<br /><br /><br />See? It fits<br /><br /><br /><br />in two parts<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Hand and eye<br /><br /><br /><br />Will, Vision<br /><br /><br /><br />Patience and<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />your resolve<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />•<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />In your hall<br /><br /><br />wrapped cool<br /><br /><br />in black fur<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />a first home<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />this warming<br /><br /><br />mother scent<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />you remember<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Soft nipples<br /><br />in a nightly<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Dear desired<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />I have asked<br /><br /><br />patiently to<br /><br /><br /><br />speak to you<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />but you have<br /><br /><br />not answered<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Goddess then<br /><br /><br /><br />A frost just<br /><br /><br />asked when a<br /><br /><br />lady walking<br /><br /><br /><br />warm wrapped<br /><br />in black fur<br /><br /><br />passed again<br /><br />by this wall<br /><br /><br />arresting an<br /><br />overfull man<br /><br /><br /><br />rounding the<br /><br />corner by an<br /><br />archway over<br /><br />a flower bed<br /><br /><br /><br />where a path<br /><br /><br /><br />laid by some<br /><br />gardener who<br /><br /><br /><br />was tendered<br />as he tended<br /><br />to passion's<br /><br />moving thing<br /><br /><br /><br />Proving thin<br /><br />can grow fat<br /><br /><br />where joy in<br /><br />labour joins<br /><br /><br />method to an<br /><br />intent as it<br /><br />leads to the<br /><br />order sought<br /><br /><br />conscious or<br />not. Does it<br /><br />much matter?<br /><br /><br /><br />Egg or bird?<br /><br /><br /><br />The thing or<br />the thought?<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Home is what<br /><br />we whispered<br /><br /><br />as we lay by<br /><br />warm hearths<br /><br /><br /><br />where gentle<br /><br />speaking was<br /><br /><br /><br />the order of<br /><br />the air with<br /><br />which breath<br /><br />passed forth<br /><br /><br /><br />returning to<br /><br />our enriched<br /><br />hearts where<br /><br /><br /><br />our loss was<br /><br /><br /><br />gladly, that<br /><br /><br /><br />one unwanted<br /><br />thing itself<br /><br /><br /><br />we'd yearned<br /><br />to be rid of<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Overfull man<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />rounding the<br /><br />corner by an<br /><br />archway over<br /><br />a flower bed<br /><br /><br /><br />arrested one<br /><br />warm wrapped<br /><br />lady walking<br /><br /><br /><br />and wondered<br /><br /><br /><br />who arrested<br /><br />whom? Flower<br /><br />strewn petal<br /><br />arrangements<br /><br /><br /><br />lay on black<br /><br />narrow berms<br /><br /><br /><br />of earth. In<br /><br />the electric<br /><br /><br />lighted lawn<br /><br />grass strips<br /><br />and loam was<br /><br /><br /><br />in them both<br /><br /><br /><br />one filigree<br /><br />fine pattern<br /><br /><br /><br />which petals<br /><br />concurringly<br /><br />did complete<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Imagination?<br /><br /><br /><br />Projection's<br /><br />perceptions?<br /><br /><br /><br />Structure of<br /><br />reality? and<br /><br /><br /><br />what then? a<br /><br />solution? an<br /><br />answer? plan<br /><br /><br /><br />of assembly?<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Instructions<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Reading them<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />What a chore<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />A walk close<br /><br />to this wall<br /><br /><br /><br />could change<br /><br />our thinking<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Near a white<br /><br />plaster wall<br /><br /><br />full-charged<br /><br />with current<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />an entranced<br /><br />trunk stands<br /><br />balancing on<br /><br />one foot. On<br /><br /><br /><br />the hairs of<br /><br />the arms and<br /><br />throughout a<br /><br />whole inward<br /><br />frame I feel<br /><br /><br /><br />gripped by a<br /><br /><br />gods buzzing<br /><br />bristling of<br /><br />pure force--<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Are we ready<br /><br /><br /><br />for jolting?<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Come on then<br /><br /><br /><br />bring 'em on<br /><br /><br /><br />those little<br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">extra </span>pieces<br /><br /><br /><br />pierce <span style="font-style: italic;">amour</span><br /><br /><br /><br />full-armored<br /><br /><br /><br />rattling all<br /><br />organs which<br /><br /><br /><br />you threw in<br /><br />furtively of<br /><br /><br />an afternoon<br /><br /><br /><br />but searched<br /><br />to construct<br /><br /><br /><br />in day again<br /><br /><br /><br />after nights<br /><br /><br /><br />vain, hoping<br /><br /><br /><br />that when at<br /><br />midnight, at<br /><br /><br /><br />its stroking<br /><br /><br /><br />these pieces<br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">extra </span>pieces<br /><br /><br /><br />may assemble<br /><br />themselves a<br /><br /><br /><br />fit model--a<br /><br /><br /><br />flying thing<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />For all toys<br /><br /><br /><br />and even joy<br /><br /><br /><br />seem in this<br /><br />mortal realm<br /><br />to just rust<br /><br /><br /><br />dust, as did<br /><br />flying's son<br /><br />when the boy<br /><br />fell aground<br /><br /><br /><br />while called<br /><br />forth from a<br /><br />dream to fly<br /><br /><br /><br />an action to<br /><br />which intent<br /><br /><br /><br />grave itself<br /><br /><br /><br />must lead us<br /><br />to a testing<br /><br />toying model<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Sighing sign<br /><br /><br /><br />singing by a<br /><br /><br /><br />soaring wing<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />The open box<br /><br /><br /><br />hollowed out<br /><br />to fit these<br /><br />photographic<br /><br /><br /><br />images, long<br /><br />cherished in<br /><br />lonely dusks<br /><br /><br /><br />where violin<br /><br /><br /><br />music called<br /><br />from strings<br /><br /><br /><br />recalled the<br /><br />deep springs<br /><br /><br /><br />from which a<br /><br />memory draws<br /><br /><br /><br />this antique<br /><br />plastic wing<br /><br />back to hand<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Vision, will<br /><br />and patience<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Your resolve<br /><br />to fashion a<br /><br /><br /><br />remembrance:<br /><br /><br /><br />an aeroplane<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />2<br /><br />Open the box<br /><br />one birthday<br /><br />and you will<br /><br />find there a<br /><br />swirling ice<br /><br />cream freeze<br /><br /><br /><br />beautiful an<br /><br />image beheld<br /><br />as it begins<br /><br />to melt into<br /><br />an icy glaze<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Last night's<br /><br />kiss, caress<br /><br /><br />at cock crow<br /><br />flew, though<br /><br />every pore's<br /><br />mouth sang a<br /><br />song its ear<br /><br /><br /><br />perfect knew<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />It seems sad<br /><br />perhaps it's<br /><br />natural that<br /><br /><br /><br />our rise and<br /><br />shine to the<br /><br />world's work<br /><br /><br />should spell<br /><br />an exit from<br /><br />Eden's realm<br /><br /><br /><br />where a wall<br /><br /><br /><br />broken piece<br /><br />by piece was<br /><br /><br /><br />dissolved in<br /><br />our electric<br /><br />charge as it<br /><br />wrought that<br /><br /><br /><br />flesh change<br /><br />exchange and<br /><br /><br /><br />which ending<br /><br /><br /><br />was replaced<br /><br />by a need to<br /><br /><br /><br />open the box<br /><br /><br /><br />in the world<br /><br /><br />and organize<br /><br />these pieces<br /><br /><br /><br />12 character<br /><br />per verse--a<br /><br />little flute<br /><br /><br /><br />trembling in<br /><br />the throat a<br /><br /><br /><br />chord played<br /><br />from a bough<br /><br /><br /><br />bowed from a<br /><br />bellied bole<br /><br /><br /><br />aimed upshot<br /><br />to His cloud<br /><br /><br /><br />from where a<br /><br />golden misty<br /><br />rain fell up<br /><br /><br /><br />from a heart<br /><br /><br /><br />the leaf let<br /><br />fall up from<br /><br />a mouth. Old<br /><br /><br /><br />newspaper on<br /><br />the pavement<br /><br /><br /><br />twisting and<br /><br /><br /><br />a paper bird<br /><br /><br /><br />winding rose<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Up! Up! came<br /><br />calling when<br /><br />man was then<br /><br />youth and an<br /><br />airplane sky<br /><br />bloomed blue<br /><br />and rose new<br /><br />within him a<br /><br />sighing song<br /><br />you remember<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />See? it fits<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Youth in age<br /><br />Age in youth<br /><br /><br /><br />Lovers lying<br /><br />loving truth<br /><br /><br /><br />Man with God<br /><br />Songs within<br /><br /><br /><br />Seed in womb<br /><br />we all begin<br /><br /><br /><br />Babe in arms<br /><br />Arms embrace<br /><br /><br /><br />All one Soul<br /><br />face to face<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Goddess then<br /><br /><br /><br />who taught a<br /><br />bough-broken<br /><br />baby's swing<br /><br />support when<br /><br />cut could be<br /><br />an ell stick<br /><br /><br /><br />Hollowed out<br /><br /><br /><br />the template<br /><br />being you--a<br /><br />little flute<br /><br /><br /><br />Also the apt<br /><br />divining rod<br /><br />be fashioned<br /><br /><br /><br />attracting a<br /><br />water-wooden<br /><br />source to it<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />One daughter<br /><br />then you are<br /><br /><br /><br />as childless<br /><br /><br /><br />the pregnant<br /><br />messenger to<br /><br />deliver seed<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />To childless<br /><br />men you tell<br /><br />such arts as<br /><br />men may need<br /><br />to till them<br /><br /><br /><br />all men as a<br /><br />crop to soar<br /><br /><br /><br />into blood's<br /><br />fertile core<br /><br /><br /><br />so that in a<br /><br />drear moment<br /><br /><br /><br />a word would<br /><br />chime as the<br /><br />phrase least<br /><br />remembered--<br /><br /><br /><br />Note next to<br /><br />one unheeded<br /><br /><br /><br />the one lost<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Goodbye then<br /><br /><br /><br />Simple words<br /><br />remembered--<br /><br /><br /><br />Goodbye kiss<br /><br /><br /><br />The deed our<br /><br />intention to<br /><br /><br /><br />return to us<br /><br /><br /><br />from I and I<br /><br /><br /><br />the pleasure<br /><br /><br /><br />as you liked<br /><br />to say--that<br /><br /><br /><br />anticipation<br /><br /><br /><br />of cherished<br /><br />moments I am<br /><br />slow to know<br /><br /><br /><br />as your mind<br /><br />all mornings<br /><br /><br /><br />a hot coffee<br /><br />cup unbrewed<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />You are best<br /><br /><br /><br />latest, long<br /><br />day followed<br /><br />in whistling<br /><br />conversation<br /><br /><br /><br />as I've seen<br /><br />you there at<br /><br />fence picket<br /><br />by bird cage<br /><br /><br /><br />a sound come<br /><br />from between<br /><br />your teeth--<br /><br /><br /><br />chirping, in<br /><br />a sweet tone<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />You stood up<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />rose tip toe<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />to sew songs<br /><br />to the wings<br /><br />of songbirds<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />What then is<br /><br />our rankling<br /><br />reticence--a<br /><br />wrangling in<br /><br />defence that<br /><br />marries with<br /><br />an ill habit<br /><br />of regret, O<br /><br />solitude out<br /><br />of which the<br /><br />soul seeks a<br /><br />door--desire<br /><br />the thin key<br /><br />to unlock it<br /><br /><br /><br />Desperate of<br /><br />acts! You're<br /><br />spore; blown<br /><br />alone a leaf<br /><br />in the drift<br /><br />where vacuum<br /><br />sucks, hurls<br /><br />spiralling a<br /><br />spar-stem in<br /><br />gusts toward<br /><br />an avoidance<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />A bitterness<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />The taste an<br /><br />unlikely one<br /><br />to better us<br /><br /><br /><br />marring what<br /><br />beauty, sent<br /><br />to us from a<br /><br />red hot Mars<br /><br /><br /><br />and O, Venus<br /><br /><br /><br />a warming of<br /><br />breath's lip<br /><br />slid-slipped<br /><br />breast's tip<br /><br />across chest<br /><br /><br /><br />glided crush<br /><br />dust, O dust<br /><br />without love<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />The gas tank<br /><br />an affection<br /><br />machine near<br /><br />empty desert<br /><br />sands scrape<br /><br />a bared soul<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Two hands at<br /><br />a waist belt<br /><br />buckle flash<br /><br />trapped dark<br /><br />excitement a<br /><br />disgust with<br /><br />horror mixed<br /><br />and pleasure<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />So she stood<br /><br />next morning<br /><br />at the glass<br /><br /><br /><br />an old dress<br /><br />hanging from<br /><br />a rusty wire<br /><br /><br /><br />The holes of<br /><br />her bathrobe<br /><br />a spider web<br /><br /><br /><br />masking such<br /><br />odd exulting<br /><br />secret power<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Betrayed, he<br /><br />you betrayed<br /><br /><br /><br />trusting not<br /><br />this passion<br /><br />fleeing from<br /><br />fleet Apollo<br /><br /><br /><br />following at<br /><br />flight speed<br /><br /><br /><br />clumsily, in<br /><br />song's ardor<br /><br /><br /><br />And your ear<br /><br />a split limb<br /><br /><br /><br />concealed in<br /><br />a dark arbor<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Praying thus<br /><br />for a kindly<br /><br />father's aid<br /><br /><br /><br />a frightened<br /><br />quaking form<br /><br />clung rooted<br /><br /><br /><br />forever cast<br /><br />as the waxen<br /><br />green laurel<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />•<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Here our way<br /><br />forks from a<br /><br />forest floor<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Whitest this<br /><br /><br /><br />a lily grows<br /><br />under acorns<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Needles fall<br /><br />from spruces<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Cone at pine<br /><br /><br /><br />tip branched<br /><br /><br /><br />here topples<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Seeks a soil<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Sends a root<br /><br /><br /><br />shoot to sky<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />branching in<br /><br />one filigree<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />air and tree<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Scantling in<br /><br />half-light--<br /><br /><br /><br />border light<br /><br /><br /><br />separateness<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Sweetness us<br /><br /><br /><br />the lips are<br /><br />still tingle<br /><br /><br /><br />tart and the<br /><br /><br /><br />fingertip to<br /><br />fingertip to<br /><br />squeeze; the<br /><br />ten fingered<br /><br /><br /><br />temple built<br /><br /><br /><br />of two hands<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Up above the<br /><br />wood rafters<br /><br /><br /><br />The two beer<br /><br />on the table<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Tingling lip<br /><br /><br /><br />still ghosts<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />With them we<br /><br /><br /><br />will play to</strong><br /></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4104423026591138237-3783024518178697940?l=dangoorevitch-poetry-1.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Dan Goorevitchnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4104423026591138237.post-26329453519620563642007-04-10T14:12:00.000-04:002007-04-10T11:56:39.985-04:00<div align="center"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"><br /><br /><strong>The world is<br /><br />in spite its<br /><br /><br /><br />seeming size<br /><br />just a mural<br /><br /><br /><br />and its wall<br /><br />the mind, is<br /><br /><br /><br />its mountain<br /><br />to scale. If<br /><br /><br /><br />she said, we<br /><br />have courage<br /><br /><br /><br />then come up<br /><br />dear, ascend<br /><br /><br /></strong></span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4104423026591138237-2632945351962056364?l=dangoorevitch-poetry-1.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Dan Goorevitchnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4104423026591138237.post-23446986459249285712007-04-08T23:51:00.000-04:002007-04-10T11:55:27.998-04:00<div align="center"><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"><strong>UP AND down<br />grey boughs<br /><br />caterpillar<br /><br />boy zigzags<br />up sidewalk<br /><br />parkin' lot<br /><br />is, already<br />in his mind<br /><br />a butterfly</strong></span><br /><br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4104423026591138237-2344698645924928571?l=dangoorevitch-poetry-1.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Dan Goorevitchnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4104423026591138237.post-17694247022338990252007-04-08T15:48:00.000-04:002007-04-10T11:57:30.937-04:00<div align="center"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"><br /><br /><strong>The tower of<br />counted coin<br /><br />the wheat of<br />my granaries<br /><br />A paved road<br />for the cart<br /><br />and the oxen<br />provided for<br /><br />My men fitly<br />fed, attired<br /><br />civil-minded<br />and mannered<br /><br /><br />•<br /><br /><br />Olive groves<br />in abundance<br /><br />the orchards<br />fig and plum<br /><br />Meat, fleece<br />of the lambs<br /><br />Hecatombs of<br />fatted boars<br /><br />A black bull<br />for the gods<br /><br />Pyres raised<br />to the ether<br /><br /><br />•<br /><br /><br />Lush forests<br />yield timber<br /><br />my shipyards<br />all business<br /><br />Dawn to dusk<br />my potteries<br /><br />the painters<br />well-trained<br /><br />Black beasts<br />wrestle with<br /><br />Heracles, in<br />red outlines<br /><br /><br />•<br /><br /><br />And my ships<br />bearing gold<br /><br />to pay hands<br />--all skills<br /><br />The guilds a<br />philanthropy<br /><br />by every man<br />who advances<br /><br />the pregnant<br />contour, hue<br /><br />the craft of<br />his ancestor<br /><br /><br />•<br /><br /><br />And I savour<br />rich texture<br /><br />of both clay<br />and tapestry<br /><br />Spice of the<br />foreign land<br /><br />Cinnabar for<br />a full table<br /><br />Exotic cloth<br />for the wife<br /><br />Peace--in an<br />orderly life<br /><br />•<br /><br /><br />And my slave<br />is well-paid<br /><br />his work not<br />too exacting<br /><br />mind or body<br />not punished<br /><br />if compliant<br />with the law<br /><br />In every way<br />I am liberal<br /><br />and civility<br />is my temper<br /><br /><br />•<br /><br /><br />And twilight<br />brings larks<br /><br />to my garden<br />and vineyard<br /><br />My forsythia<br />fresh yellow<br /><br />Lilacs bloom<br />by the roses<br /><br />Clematis and<br />ivy climb up<br /><br />green crotch<br />of the trees<br /><br /><br />•<br /><br /><br />My starlings<br />flit &amp; flirt<br /><br />coquettes to<br />my eye, sore<br /><br />bent over my<br />many ledgers<br /><br />Line by line<br />the dull ink<br /><br />this concern<br />and that one<br /><br />Deluge after<br />drought, yet<br /><br /><br />•<br /><br /><br />My daughters<br />in fine wool<br /><br />my sons hale<br />and handsome<br /><br />The children<br />of my babies<br /><br />the clenched<br />little fists<br /><br />red-faced in<br />ornate tears<br /><br />laughing are<br />pure delight<br /><br /><br />•<br /><br /><br />These are my<br />soil, my air<br /><br />root, branch<br />shoot, bloom<br /><br />quick growth<br />of my summer<br /><br />wool blanket<br />to my winter<br /><br />The arteries<br />of my health<br /><br />and the pump<br />of my wealth<br /><br /><br />•<br /><br /><br />These hew my<br />soul's shape<br /><br />No ink shows<br />it in tables<br /><br />yet an order<br />built up and<br /><br />in every way<br />sustained by<br /><br />the tower of<br />counted coin<br /><br />the wheat of<br />my granaries<br /><br /><br />•<br /><br /><br />Float, float<br />up to heaven<br /><br />Midas's pure<br />sprung psalm<br /><br />Holy Olympus<br />on its mount<br /><br />down-clouded<br />azure, white<br /><br />but its gods<br />heard "gold"<br /><br />and "me" and<br /><br />nothing else<br /></strong><br /><br /><br /></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4104423026591138237-1769424702233899025?l=dangoorevitch-poetry-1.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Dan Goorevitchnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4104423026591138237.post-46942807023408409092007-04-08T15:42:00.000-04:002007-04-10T11:57:59.929-04:00<span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"><div align="center"><br /><br /><strong>LITTLE MOMMY<br /><br />"Do you have<br />a baby", she<br />asks me, "in<br />your belly?"<br /><br />"No", I say,<br />"Do you?" An<br />answer given<br />as surely as<br /><br />swiftly. "Is<br />it a girl or<br />a boy?" pose<br />I, to which:<br /><br />"Her name is<br />Jane;--see?"<br />she says, as<br />she shows me<br /><br />a wee crease<br />in her navel<br />"Can you see<br />Jane's bum?"<strong><br /><br /><br /><br /></span></div></strong></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4104423026591138237-4694280702340840909?l=dangoorevitch-poetry-1.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Dan Goorevitchnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4104423026591138237.post-81069670815708248972007-04-08T15:33:00.000-04:002007-04-10T11:58:21.753-04:00<div align="center"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"><BR /><BR /><B>ART<br />FOR<br />ITS<br />OWN<br />END<br />WON<br />THE<br />DAY<br />AND<br />JOY<br />NOT<br />WOE<br />WAS<br />ITS<br />AIM</B></span><br /><br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4104423026591138237-8106967081570824897?l=dangoorevitch-poetry-1.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Dan Goorevitchnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4104423026591138237.post-24370580904638583292007-04-01T20:50:00.000-04:002007-04-16T21:03:40.595-04:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"><b><br /><br />I<br />me<br />we<br />us<br />Ms<br />bi<br />PhD<br />gay<br />CIA<br />FBI<br />men<br />Her<br />She<br />hiV<br />s/he<br />blak<br />CSIS<br />nazi<br />AIDS<br />race<br />junta<br />queer<br />greed<br />dogma<br />class<br />canon<br />racist<br />fatist<br />wimmin<br />queens<br />gender<br />agenda<br />smoker<br />victim<br />fascist<br />lesbian<br />bulimic<br />context<br />studies<br />new-age<br />subtext<br />demonize<br />freudian<br />red meat<br />wellness<br />heteroxy<br />anorexic<br />paradigm<br />didactic<br />bisexual<br />feminist<br />herstory<br />same-sex<br />safe-sex<br />misogyny<br />workshop<br />polemics<br />patronize<br />safer-sex<br />pride day<br />date-rape<br />aggressor<br />he or she<br />semiotics<br />subverted<br />she or he<br />empowered<br />genocidal<br />caregiver<br />privilege<br />vegetarian<br />fruitarian<br />pro-active<br />inner-city<br />pro-choice<br />gay rights<br />sex worker<br />victimized<br />monolithic<br />white males<br />homeopathic<br />green space<br />self-esteem<br />objectified<br />materialist<br />gender bias<br />discredited<br />progressive<br />paternalist<br />transsexual<br />maternalist<br />hermeneutic<br />share-power<br />bureaucrats<br />the disabled<br />middle class<br />heterosexual<br />human rights<br />sociological<br />transvestite<br />video artist<br />racist group<br />marginalized<br />the gun lobby<br />the fur trade<br />deconstructed<br />handy-capable<br />gay & lesbian<br />spousal abuse<br />power sharing<br />the genocidal<br />illness model<br />vegetarianism<br />fruitarianism<br />animal rights<br />the gay games<br />gay pride day<br />gay pride week<br />gender-neutral<br />breast implant<br />the gender gap<br />post-modernist<br />race relations<br />proceduralized<br />bio-degradable<br />wellness model<br />the privileged<br />women's issues<br />sexual assault<br />animal testing<br />multinationals<br />age-appropriate<br />Judeo-Christian<br />animal products<br />the male agenda<br />socio/political<br />substance abuse<br />cultural worker<br />fundamentalists<br />the power elite<br />status of women<br />corporate greed<br />women's studies<br />new-age medicine<br />the revisionists<br />the inner cities<br />abortion clinics<br />power structures<br />dead white males<br />private property<br />the profit motive<br />same-sex benefits<br />employment equity<br />sexual harassment<br />deconstructionist<br />second-hand smoke<br />corporate America<br />sexual orientation<br />endangered species<br />the black majority<br />the white majority<br />the black minority<br />the white minority<br />holistic medicines<br />indoor air quality<br />affirmative action<br />spiritual identity<br />the new world order<br />human rights groups<br />non-western culture<br />conservation issues<br />the disenfranchised<br />mentally challenged<br />performance artists<br />renewable resources<br />the military regime<br />the tobacco industry<br />eurocentric thinking<br />high-risk activities<br />the corporate agenda<br />unsubstantiated fact<br />advocacy advertising<br />new-age philosophies<br />homeopathic medicine<br />has been discredited<br />wheel-chair athletes<br />animal rights groups<br />deeply coded message<br />conceptually invalid<br />politically incorrect<br />alternative sexuality<br />self-representational<br />autobiographical text<br />old-guard politicians<br />high-minded principle<br />refreshing scepticism<br />violence against women<br />gender differentiation<br />the cosmetics industry<br />heterosexual orthodoxy<br />animal experimentation<br />negotiating difference<br />iconically interesting<br />cultural appropriation<br />the difference disabled<br />gay & lesbian bookstore<br />gender-neutral language<br />women's study programme<br />the white establishment<br />substance abuse problem<br />the wilderness committee<br />age-appropriate behavior<br />reproductive technologies<br />institutional co-optation<br />the politics of inclusion<br />the politics of exclusion<br />Christian fundamentalists<br />water conservation issues<br />male spousal abuse studies<br />the crassest commercialism<br />gender-neutral terminology<br />human rights infringements<br />energy consumption & waste<br />green community designation<br />fresh fruits and vegetables<br />the ruling military leaders<br />the market-driven economies<br />military/industrial complex<br />cross-cultural fertilization<br />the post-colonial experience<br />buddies in bad times theatre<br />the violence of monocultures<br />shifting multiple identities<br />multiple elective identities<br />mutually-assured destruction<br />politically-correct language<br />environment education officer<br />department of women's studies<br />privileged institutional hand<br />French structuralist critique<br />trademark cosmetic indicators <br />present-day political concerns<br />free-standing abortion clinics<br />the marginalized nexus of power<br />reticent to negotiate difference<br />art-historical deconstructionist<br />post-modernist art & architecture<br />self-declared military government<br />the multinational corporate agenda<br />the multinational corporate empire<br />French post-Structuralist critique<br />CONSUMERS of MENTAL HEALTH PRODUCTS<br /><br />© nineteen-ninety-four dan goorevitch</b></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4104423026591138237-2437058090463858329?l=dangoorevitch-poetry-1.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Dan Goorevitchnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4104423026591138237.post-8892117016457372202007-02-27T16:11:00.000-05:002008-02-29T16:14:47.710-05:00<div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-family: courier new;">A finger pad</span><br /><span style="font-family: courier new;">pressed soft</span><br /><span style="font-family: courier new;">encompassing</span><br /><span style="font-family: courier new;">a sand grain</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: courier new;">Swell of the</span><br /><span style="font-family: courier new;">belly and an</span><br /><span style="font-family: courier new;">earth curves</span><br /><span style="font-family: courier new;">away from an</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: courier new;">arm's hollow</span><br /><span style="font-family: courier new;">a shoulder's</span><br /><span style="font-family: courier new;">bump. Hid by</span><br /><span style="font-family: courier new;">grass blades</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: courier new;">a valley. To</span><br /><span style="font-family: courier new;">the river in</span><br /><span style="font-family: courier new;">sparkle, dew</span><br /><span style="font-family: courier new;">the new moon</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: courier new;">O, the stars</span><br /><span style="font-family: courier new;">the lips the</span><br /><span style="font-family: courier new;">sun shine on</span><br /><span style="font-family: courier new;">fertile land</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: courier new;">Circumferent</span><br /><span style="font-family: courier new;">line, in dot</span><br /><span style="font-family: courier new;">and dash our</span><br /><span style="font-family: courier new;">circled life</span></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4104423026591138237-889211701645737220?l=dangoorevitch-poetry-1.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Dan Goorevitchnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4104423026591138237.post-90147829547143638652007-02-27T16:09:00.000-05:002008-02-29T16:10:34.930-05:00<center><font face="courier new">I<br />me<br />we<br />us<br />Ms<br />bi<br />PhD<br />gay<br />CIA<br />FBI<br />men<br />Her<br />She<br />hiV<br />s/he<br />blak<br />CSIS<br />nazi<br />AIDS<br />race<br />junta<br />queer<br />greed<br />dogma<br />class<br />canon<br />racist<br />fatist<br />wimmin<br />queens<br />gender<br />agenda<br />smoker<br />victim<br />fascist<br />lesbian<br />bulimic<br />context<br />studies<br />new-age<br />subtext<br />demonize<br />freudian<br />red meat<br />wellness<br />heteroxy<br />anorexic<br />paradigm<br />didactic<br />bisexual<br />feminist<br />herstory<br />same-sex<br />safe-sex<br />misogyny<br />workshop<br />polemics<br />patronize<br />safer-sex<br />pride day<br />date-rape<br />aggressor<br />he or she<br />semiotics<br />subverted<br />she or he<br />empowered<br />genocidal<br />caregiver<br />privilege<br />vegetarian<br />fruitarian<br />pro-active<br />inner-city<br />pro-choice<br />gay rights<br />sex worker<br />victimized<br />monolithic<br />white males<br />homeopathic<br />green space<br />self-esteem<br />objectified<br />materialist<br />gender bias<br />discredited<br />progressive<br />paternalist<br />transsexual<br />maternalist<br />hermeneutic<br />share-power<br />bureaucrats<br />the disabled<br />middle class<br />heterosexual<br />human rights<br />sociological<br />transvestite<br />video artist<br />racist group<br />marginalized<br />the gun lobby<br />the fur trade<br />deconstructed<br />handy-capable<br />gay & lesbian<br />spousal abuse<br />power sharing<br />the genocidal<br />illness model<br />vegetarianism<br />fruitarianism<br />animal rights<br />the gay games<br />gay pride day<br />gay pride week<br />gender-neutral<br />breast implant<br />the gender gap<br />post-modernist<br />race relations<br />proceduralized<br />bio-degradable<br />wellness model<br />the privileged<br />women's issues<br />sexual assault<br />animal testing<br />multinationals<br />age-appropriate<br />Judeo-Christian<br />animal products<br />the male agenda<br />socio/political<br />substance abuse<br />cultural worker<br />fundamentalists<br />the power elite<br />status of women<br />corporate greed<br />women's studies<br />new-age medicine<br />the revisionists<br />the inner cities<br />abortion clinics<br />power structures<br />dead white males<br />private property<br />the profit motive<br />same-sex benefits<br />employment equity<br />sexual harassment<br />deconstructionist<br />second-hand smoke<br />corporate America<br />sexual orientation<br />endangered species<br />the black majority<br />the white majority<br />the black minority<br />the white minority<br />holistic medicines<br />indoor air quality<br />affirmative action<br />spiritual identity<br />the new world order<br />human rights groups<br />non-western culture<br />conservation issues<br />the disenfranchised<br />mentally challenged<br />performance artists<br />renewable resources<br />the military regime<br />the tobacco industry<br />eurocentric thinking<br />high-risk activities<br />the corporate agenda<br />unsubstantiated fact<br />advocacy advertising<br />new-age philosophies<br />homeopathic medicine<br />has been discredited<br />wheel-chair athletes<br />animal rights groups<br />deeply coded message<br />conceptually invalid<br />politically incorrect<br />alternative sexuality<br />self-representational<br />autobiographical text<br />old-guard politicians<br />high-minded principle<br />refreshing scepticism<br />violence against women<br />gender differentiation<br />the cosmetics industry<br />heterosexual orthodoxy<br />animal experimentation<br />negotiating difference<br />iconically interesting<br />cultural appropriation<br />the difference disabled<br />gay & lesbian bookstore<br />gender-neutral language<br />women's study programme<br />the white establishment<br />substance abuse problem<br />the wilderness committee<br />age-appropriate behavior<br />reproductive technologies<br />institutional co-optation<br />the politics of inclusion<br />the politics of exclusion<br />Christian fundamentalists<br />water conservation issues<br />male spousal abuse studies<br />the crassest commercialism<br />gender-neutral terminology<br />human rights infringements<br />energy consumption & waste<br />green community designation<br />fresh fruits and vegetables<br />the ruling military leaders<br />the market-driven economies<br />military/industrial complex<br />cross-cultural fertilization<br />the post-colonial experience<br />buddies in bad times theatre<br />the violence of monocultures<br />shifting multiple identities<br />mutually-assured destruction<br />politically-correct language<br />environment education officer<br />department of women's studies<br />privileged institutional hand<br />French structuralist critique<br />trademark cosmetic indicators<br />present-day political concerns<br />free-standing abortion clinics<br />the marginalized nexus of power<br />reticent to negotiate difference<br />art-historical deconstructionist<br />post-modernist art & architecture<br />self-declared military government<br />the multinational corporate agenda<br />the multinational corporate empire<br />French post-Structuralist critique<br />CONSUMERS of MENTAL HEALTH PRODUCTS<br /><br />© nineteen-ninety-four dan goorevitch</font></center>1984<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4104423026591138237-9014782954714363865?l=dangoorevitch-poetry-1.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Dan Goorevitchnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4104423026591138237.post-4037986136639509852007-02-25T16:15:00.000-05:002008-02-29T16:16:37.377-05:00<div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-family: courier new;">THE BUT</span><br /><span style="font-family: courier new;">AIR THE</span><br /><span style="font-family: courier new;">WAS SEA</span><br /><span style="font-family: courier new;">HIS WAS</span><br /><span style="font-family: courier new;">JOY LOW</span><br /><span style="font-family: courier new;">AND HOT</span><br /><span style="font-family: courier new;">THE WAX</span><br /><span style="font-family: courier new;">MAP WAS</span><br /><span style="font-family: courier new;">FOR HIS</span><br /><span style="font-family: courier new;">THE WOE</span><br /><span style="font-family: courier new;">BOY AND</span><br /><span style="font-family: courier new;">AND HIS</span><br /><span style="font-family: courier new;">HOT SIN</span><br /><span style="font-family: courier new;">SUN WAS</span><br /><span style="font-family: courier new;">WAS HIS</span><br /><span style="font-family: courier new;">HIS OWN</span><br /><span style="font-family: courier new;">AIM WAY</span></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4104423026591138237-403798613663950985?l=dangoorevitch-poetry-1.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Dan Goorevitchnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4104423026591138237.post-34802044108243767902007-02-24T23:53:00.000-05:002008-02-24T23:56:02.731-05:00<div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-family: courier new;">HE'S welcome</span><br /><span style="font-family: courier new;">He may enter</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: courier new;">Let him come</span><br /><span style="font-family: courier new;">into my maze</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: courier new;">like all men</span><br /><span style="font-family: courier new;">have entered</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: courier new;">Squirming: a</span><br /><span style="font-family: courier new;">writhing dog</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: courier new;">encrusted in</span><br /><span style="font-family: courier new;">primal slime</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: courier new;">leaking down</span><br /><span style="font-family: courier new;">matted limbs</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: courier new;"> ∙</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: courier new;">Let him come</span><br /><span style="font-family: courier new;">to my cavern</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: courier new;">Let him come</span><br /><span style="font-family: courier new;">to admire me</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: courier new;">I have curls</span><br /><span style="font-family: courier new;">to show him!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: courier new;">Lovely curls</span><br /><span style="font-family: courier new;">so beautiful</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: courier new;">So beautiful</span><br /><span style="font-family: courier new;">they stiffen</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: courier new;">not cock but</span><br /><span style="font-family: courier new;">a whole body</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: courier new;"> ∙</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: courier new;">I understand</span><br /><span style="font-family: courier new;">man's energy</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: courier new;">His yearning</span><br /><span style="font-family: courier new;">penetrations</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: courier new;">For him I am</span><br /><span style="font-family: courier new;">ever Elysium</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: courier new;">His constant</span><br /><span style="font-family: courier new;">loving bride</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: courier new;">Let him come</span><br /><span style="font-family: courier new;">with a pearl</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: courier new;">to my diadem</span><br /><span style="font-family: courier new;">of warm eggs</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: courier new;"> ∙</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: courier new;">I am waiting</span><br /><span style="font-family: courier new;">for caresses</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: courier new;">The hands of</span><br /><span style="font-family: courier new;">his bold eye</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: courier new;">on my breast</span><br /><span style="font-family: courier new;">and my thigh</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: courier new;">Ready to see</span><br /><span style="font-family: courier new;">his erection</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: courier new;">Hero Perseus</span><br /><span style="font-family: courier new;">bred of Zeus</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: courier new;">and of gold-</span><br /><span style="font-family: courier new;">plated Danae</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: courier new;"> ∙</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: courier new;">He can be as</span><br /><span style="font-family: courier new;">the Gods are</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: courier new;">He can be an</span><br /><span style="font-family: courier new;">Immortal One</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: courier new;">He can be as</span><br /><span style="font-family: courier new;">the spouting</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: courier new;">stuff of his</span><br /><span style="font-family: courier new;">proud pecker</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: courier new;">Protean! Yet</span><br /><span style="font-family: courier new;">lost forever</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: courier new;">In the crack</span><br /><span style="font-family: courier new;">of my cranny</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: courier new;"> . . .<br /><br />&amp;copy Dan Goorevitch<br /></span></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4104423026591138237-3480204410824376790?l=dangoorevitch-poetry-1.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Dan Goorevitchnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4104423026591138237.post-17173319100664656372007-02-24T23:49:00.002-05:002008-02-26T04:53:44.498-05:00<div align="center"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;">HERE I stand</span><span style="font-size:180%;"><br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;">paralysed by</span><span style="font-size:180%;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;">putrifaction</span><span style="font-size:180%;"><br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;">Everywhere's</span><span style="font-size:180%;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;">this twisted</span><span style="font-size:180%;"><br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;">bowel, brain</span><span style="font-size:180%;"><br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;">quarry, prey</span><span style="font-size:180%;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;">death-locked</span><span style="font-size:180%;"><br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;">and standing</span><span style="font-size:180%;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;">in the teeth</span><span style="font-size:180%;"><br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;">of the stink</span><span style="font-size:180%;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;">I take stock</span><span style="font-size:180%;"><br /><br /><br /><br /></span> <span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;">Father, Zeus</span><span style="font-size:180%;"><br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;">Danae, nurse</span><span style="font-size:180%;"><br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;">I am Perseus</span><span style="font-size:180%;"><br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;">I'm the bolt</span><span style="font-size:180%;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;">who revolved</span><span style="font-size:180%;"><br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;">and resolved</span><span style="font-size:180%;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;">himself born</span><span style="font-size:180%;"><br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;">the very nut</span><span style="font-size:180%;"><br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;">wound 'round</span><span style="font-size:180%;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;">silver strut</span><span style="font-size:180%;"><br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;">snake sprung</span><span style="font-size:180%;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;">from the gut</span><span style="font-size:180%;"><br /><br /><br /><br /></span> <span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;">The past now</span><span style="font-size:180%;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;">the prophesy</span><span style="font-size:180%;"><br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;">my office is</span><span style="font-size:180%;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;">to break the</span><span style="font-size:180%;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;">outer clutch</span><span style="font-size:180%;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;">of the shell</span><span style="font-size:180%;"><br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;">that cuts an</span><span style="font-size:180%;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;">exposed foot</span><span style="font-size:180%;"><br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;">in search of</span><span style="font-size:180%;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;">a pure pearl</span><span style="font-size:180%;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;">chained fast</span><span style="font-size:180%;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;">to the stone</span><span style="font-size:180%;"><br /><br /><br /><br /></span> <span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;">So bright is</span><span style="font-size:180%;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;">her sky that</span><span style="font-size:180%;"><br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;">tiny strokes</span><span style="font-size:180%;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;">a paintbrush</span><span style="font-size:180%;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;">plied on the</span><span style="font-size:180%;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;">snowy canvas</span><span style="font-size:180%;"><br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;">lay a yellow</span><span style="font-size:180%;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;">halo of hair</span><span style="font-size:180%;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;">upon leg and</span><span style="font-size:180%;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;">the underlip</span><span style="font-size:180%;"><br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;">Amber fibres</span><span style="font-size:180%;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;">coil by coil</span><span style="font-size:180%;"><br /><br /><br /><br /></span> <span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;">So that that</span><span style="font-size:180%;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;">copper flame</span><span style="font-size:180%;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;">framed round</span><span style="font-size:180%;"><br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;">the darkling</span><span style="font-size:180%;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;">lip of bliss</span><span style="font-size:180%;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;">and its bung</span><span style="font-size:180%;"><br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;">line by line</span><span style="font-size:180%;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;">in that dawn</span><span style="font-size:180%;"><br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;">each exactly</span><span style="font-size:180%;"><br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;">the arrested</span><span style="font-size:180%;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;">precision of</span><span style="font-size:180%;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;">new daylight</span><span style="font-size:180%;"><br /><br /><br /><br /></span> <span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;">Rosy fingers</span><span style="font-size:180%;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;">of the bards</span><span style="font-size:180%;"><br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;">I've seen as</span><span style="font-size:180%;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;">in our lodge</span><span style="font-size:180%;"><br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;">nipples rose</span><span style="font-size:180%;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;">to sun-shaft</span><span style="font-size:180%;"><br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;">closing each</span><span style="font-size:180%;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;">fierce wound</span><span style="font-size:180%;"><br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;">of this root</span><span style="font-size:180%;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;">of humankind</span><span style="font-size:180%;"><br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;">throbbing in</span><span style="font-size:180%;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;">a lonely bed</span><span style="font-size:180%;"><br /><br /><br /><br /></span> <span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;">And I kissed</span><span style="font-size:180%;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;">those pearls</span><span style="font-size:180%;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;">that strayed</span><span style="font-size:180%;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;">from spittle</span><span style="font-size:180%;"><br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;">And my mouth</span><span style="font-size:180%;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;">sliding down</span><span style="font-size:180%;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;">pulled sweet</span><span style="font-size:180%;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;">at the lilac</span><span style="font-size:180%;"><br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;">as her mouth</span><span style="font-size:180%;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;">caught at me</span><span style="font-size:180%;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;">hot and cool</span><span style="font-size:180%;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;">and she said</span><span style="font-size:180%;"><br /><br /><br /><br /></span> <span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;">The world is</span><span style="font-size:180%;"><br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;">in spite its</span><span style="font-size:180%;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;">seeming size</span><span style="font-size:180%;"><br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;">just a mural</span><span style="font-size:180%;"><br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;">and its wall</span><span style="font-size:180%;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;">the mind, is</span><span style="font-size:180%;"><br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;">its mountain</span><span style="font-size:180%;"><br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;">to scale. If</span><span style="font-size:180%;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;">she said, we</span><span style="font-size:180%;"><br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;">have courage</span><span style="font-size:180%;"><br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;">then come up</span><span style="font-size:180%;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;">dear, ascend</span><span style="font-size:180%;"><br /><br /><br /><br /></span> <span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;">My reverie's</span><span style="font-size:180%;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;">an absurdity</span><span style="font-size:180%;"><br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;">a fat finger</span><span style="font-size:180%;"><br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;">clutching at</span><span style="font-size:180%;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;">and prodding</span><span style="font-size:180%;"><br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;">til the taut</span><span style="font-size:180%;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;">string limps</span><span style="font-size:180%;"><br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;">No fine line</span><span style="font-size:180%;"><br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;">image-strung</span><span style="font-size:180%;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;">can aid, but</span><span style="font-size:180%;"><br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;">nth-drawn, a</span><span style="font-size:180%;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;">wound-up gut</span><span style="font-size:180%;"><br /><br /><br /><br /></span> <span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;">Her coven is</span><span style="font-size:180%;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;">the covet of</span><span style="font-size:180%;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;">connoisseurs</span><span style="font-size:180%;"><br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;">a gallery of</span><span style="font-size:180%;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;">ossified men</span><span style="font-size:180%;"><br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;">I must stare</span><span style="font-size:180%;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;">despite fear</span><span style="font-size:180%;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;">face-to-face</span><span style="font-size:180%;"><br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;">where for me</span><span style="font-size:180%;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;">the other is</span><span style="font-size:180%;"><br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;">a true scale</span><span style="font-size:180%;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;">of the world</span><span style="font-size:180%;"><br /><br /><br /><br /></span> <span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;">This is that</span><span style="font-size:180%;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;">bright aegis</span><span style="font-size:180%;"><br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;">I will bring</span><span style="font-size:180%;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;">to the panic</span><span style="font-size:180%;"><br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;">and at amber</span><span style="font-size:180%;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;">shine of eye</span><span style="font-size:180%;"><br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;">reflecting a</span><span style="font-size:180%;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;">hole of hell</span><span style="font-size:180%;"><br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;">all my sword</span><span style="font-size:180%;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;">and my blood</span><span style="font-size:180%;"><br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;">will rise up</span><span style="font-size:180%;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;">to the chaos</span><span style="font-size:180%;"><br /><br /><br /><br /></span> <span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;">I, within me</span><span style="font-size:180%;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;">revolved and</span><span style="font-size:180%;"><br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;">through this</span><span style="font-size:180%;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;">I'm resolved</span><span style="font-size:180%;"><br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;">As I crawled</span><span style="font-size:180%;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;">to the world</span><span style="font-size:180%;"><br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;">from my home</span><span style="font-size:180%;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;">inside Danae</span><span style="font-size:180%;"><br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;">So I will to</span><span style="font-size:180%;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;">the Gorgon's</span><span style="font-size:180%;"><br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;">and kill the</span><span style="font-size:180%;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;">putrid bitch</span><span style="font-size:180%;"><br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"><br /></span><span style="font-size:180%;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;">© Dan Goorevitch</span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4104423026591138237-1717331910066465637?l=dangoorevitch-poetry-1.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Dan Goorevitchnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4104423026591138237.post-52974816779180032242007-02-24T23:32:00.001-05:002008-02-26T21:54:24.278-05:00<div align="center"><span style="font-family:courier new;"><span style="font-size:180%;">...the snake<br />engulfed its<br />whole length<br /><br />and its jaws<br />expanding to<br />their utmost<br /><br />bore a broad<br />hot river of<br />bright stars<br /><br />The universe<br />inverted and<br />we were born<br /><br /><br />•<br />•<br />•<br /><br /><br />Sliding, the<br />snakes twist<br /><br />glide slowly<br />on and under<br /><br />Ships: blind<br />in dense fog<br /><br />turning over<br />each other's<br /><br />extended gut<br />chest, limbs<br /><br />Massive arms<br />bound as one<br /><br /><br />•<br /><br /><br />Strained the<br />hip-sheathed<br />straitjacket<br /><br />An energy so<br />concentrated<br />to open; the<br /><br />Tongue's tip<br />on the green<br />apple's skin<br /><br />turns inward<br />...flowering<br />to the flesh<br /><br /><br />•<br /><br /><br />Bright's the<br />papered bark<br />of the birch<br /><br />Sap of amber<br />running down<br />a white limb<br /><br />Gartersnakes<br />slip through<br />pink fingers<br /><br />Rose tongues<br />coiled round<br />copper flame<br /><br /><br />•<br /><br /><br />And she rose<br />the dentrite<br />form against<br />the tongue's<br /><br />Thigh's jaws<br />clenching on<br />cheek's bone<br />Crush, grind<br /><br />Gnashing her<br />circles then<br />Hammering on<br />broken teeth<br /><br /><br />•<br /><br /><br />Branch, twig<br />a camouflage<br /><br />Hidden under<br />wet boulders<br /><br />Outward eyes<br />shut tightly<br /><br />Fork cutting<br />air, stubble<br /><br />In the cross<br />of this path<br /><br />Goddess, god<br />here conjoin<br /><br /><br />•<br /><br /><br />Tiresias saw<br />them twining<br /><br />Parting them<br />with a stick<br /><br />God, Goddess<br />inverted him<br /><br />Male——female<br />Female——male<br /><br />And an inner<br />sight befell<br /><br />experience's<br />black vision<br /><br /><br />•<br />•<br />•<br /><br /><br />...the snake<br />engulfed its<br />whole length<br /><br />And its jaws<br />expanding to<br />their utmost<br /><br />bore in them<br />fingers. The<br />nimble parts<br /><br />to each task<br />——to an Eden<br />we were born<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />© Dan Goorevitch</span></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4104423026591138237-5297481677918003224?l=dangoorevitch-poetry-1.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Dan Goorevitchnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4104423026591138237.post-83793093980284263022007-02-24T23:27:00.001-05:002008-02-25T00:05:26.264-05:00<div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-family: courier new;">PRODIGAL SON</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: courier new;">I, returning</span><br /><span style="font-family: courier new;">from flights</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: courier new;">and railroad</span><br /><span style="font-family: courier new;">compartments</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: courier new;">Dark tunnels</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: courier new;">Drawn blinds</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: courier new;">Making music</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: courier new;">from nothing</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: courier new;">——Iron wheel</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: courier new;">Squealing on</span><br /><span style="font-family: courier new;">a metal rail</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: courier new;"> •</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: courier new;">A cloud flew</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: courier new;">and profound</span><br /><span style="font-family: courier new;">figures grew</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: courier new;">from nothing</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: courier new;"> •</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: courier new;">Returning, I</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: courier new;">high above a</span><br /><span style="font-family: courier new;">worsted coat</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: courier new;">Green tinted</span><br /><span style="font-family: courier new;">tar-pit of a</span><br /><span style="font-family: courier new;">Black Forest</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: courier new;">smoke-plumed</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: courier new;">As if a huge</span><br /><span style="font-family: courier new;">building had</span><br /><span style="font-family: courier new;">been brought</span><br /><span style="font-family: courier new;">to its knees</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: courier new;"> •</span><br /><span style="font-family: courier new;">Light——these</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: courier new;">small points</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: courier new;"> •</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: courier new;">Down below's</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: courier new;">the Tel Aviv</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family: courier new;">Hill of life</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: courier new;"> •</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: courier new;">Crash, crash</span><br /><span style="font-family: courier new;">by all means</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family: courier new;">Dead, alive:</span><br /><span style="font-family: courier new;"> •</span><br /><span style="font-family: courier new;"> •</span><br /><span style="font-family: courier new;"> •</span><br /><span style="font-family: courier new;">I've arrived<br /><br /><br /><br />&copy; Dan Goorevitch</span><br /></span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4104423026591138237-8379309398028426302?l=dangoorevitch-poetry-1.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Dan Goorevitchnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4104423026591138237.post-19167648913269567722007-02-24T23:17:00.002-05:002008-02-24T23:25:22.980-05:00<span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;" ><div align="center">Talking in a<br />house, alone<br /><br /><br />What will he<br />say and will<br /><br />he answer it<br />as imagined?<br /><br /><br />Talking in a<br />room, vacant<br /><br /><br />Can she look<br />the same way<br /><br />as when last<br />you saw her?<br /><br /><br />Planning for<br />your success<br /><br />you are king<br />of the world<br /><br /><br />talking to a<br />self, absent<br /><br /><br />What answers<br />so important<br /><br />need you now<br />that a ghost<br /><br /><br />only a ghost<br />can provide?<br /><br /><br /><br />© Dan Goorevitch</div></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4104423026591138237-1916764891326956772?l=dangoorevitch-poetry-1.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Dan Goorevitchnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4104423026591138237.post-49619260772366041032007-02-22T16:17:00.001-05:002011-02-20T11:50:13.040-05:00<div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-family:courier new;">Hate laws</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">hide what</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">lazy dumb</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">talk does</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">Bury Jews</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">Andy bury</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">most deep</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">slow mind</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">Bomb drop</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">doll city</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">same diff</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">talk show</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">Andy says</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">Only look</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">Bomb sent</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">will kill</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">what ever</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">some hate</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">stop bomb</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">come over</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">that very</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">same pond</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">That made</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">life cost</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">most mean</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">that side</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">this side</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">Only just</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">hear this</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">Jews were</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">same side</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">rest note</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">took from</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">fair song</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">With mark</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">mark well</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">with mark</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">note sent</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">from song</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">soul from</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">body took</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">bone took</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">from skin</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">bone bust</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">into dust</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">Call them</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;"> doll then</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">bury them</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">Call them</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">then doll</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">only doll</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">Your word</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">from this</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">care bear</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">side your</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">fake face</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">dumb care</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">your left</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">wing mask</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">will make</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">your debt</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">list long</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">Your sons</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">push next</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">sons hard</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">make good</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">that bill</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">Same Nazi</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">work plan</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">Till gold</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">fill from</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">dead open</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">food hole</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">make that</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">then your</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">glad days</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">debt paid</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">Call that</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">your song</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">sick bird</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">Coil into</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">your soil</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">your soul</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">made dirt<br /><br /><br />© Dan Goorevitch</span></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4104423026591138237-4961926077236604103?l=dangoorevitch-poetry-1.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Dan Goorevitchnoreply@blogger.com1