All copyright © 2003 remains with the authors.
All copyright © 2004 remains with the authors.



when he
tucked up
early morning
in bed with her
said when
shall we leave?
she sleepily
dozily replied
special?or other?
and sort of
drifted off.

pmcmanus 6am



of the others says it was not

the institution down the road.

Barry Alpert / Silver Spring MD US / 5-19-04 (10:06 AM)

I found the above text lying on the floor yesterday, and realized that although I had abandoned hope (during the screening) for a publishable poem out of my one viewing of Lars von Trier's THE IDIOTS, now 7 weeks later it strikes me as a presentable "minor work". Perhaps also an odd footnote to the serial sixteeners I carved out of Jesper Jargil's THE HUMILIATED, an intimate documentary on the making of THE IDIOTS. That text, "Talk, Lars von Trier", can be accessed at


I got word while Elvin Ray Jones

was dying that he was

     dying and within a gale of desire

those three weeks ago I

     dreamt a goldfinch

making a nest of thorns surviving     on nearby thistles

     remembering how such

behavior     was once considered

Christ-like     & that these birds

      could prophesize the recovery

of one infirmed--     placed

on a sickbed     the bird gazing

at the sick one     recovery

imminent          yes

as I said     within the gale

of desire

Gerald Schwartz
west irondequoit, new york u.s.a.
10:40 am.... 19 may 2004


A lovely tribute, and yes, sad.

How sad to think
that, like Messiaen,
birds presage healing,
that Francois d'Assise
could hear in them angelic
orders, when all there was
that day
was the Abysm.

Ken Wolman


The car won't start
and the toilet keeps
                          fractured dreams
running. The parakeet
died. White fur all along
the river- bank, but no
blood, no bones. Broken
                         limbs glasses. Garden
pavers scattered
with petals of lilac,
mountain ash,
                         strewn across
rain. Iridescent
black bird ravishes
                         a twisted
the feeder. Shrill
whistles and ravenish
clunks. Dark rising
river, muddy, foaming.

Sharon Brogan


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