Thursday, December 10, 2009

Thursday, December 10, 2009: Amy Casey, Begin Again (


Buildings, trees, teeth.
All can be wrenched from moorings

with the proper amount
of torque. Leverage and pressure and

the impulse to yank,
and how can surroundings resist? Oh,

let's be honest here,
landscapes are altered everyday. Holes

are constructed in
city blocks, big boxes of earth and space

and beam. Trees keel
over, roots revealed and splayed like tentacles.

And of course the old
string round the open door's knob, tied to

the tooth. Steady your palm,
its innate desire to push and pull. On three.


  1. roots revealed and sprayed like tentacles = love

  2. I feel the tension of push and pull in this poem. It's wonderful, and so is the painting!


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