Two
Poems
by
David Rushmer
Hidden By Leaves
the
last line
spoke
of this life
“floating a
dream that vanishes
lift
their eyes
carry
them to
all
directions
on
a journey
he
grasps at
the
air
there
is an attempt
that
which remains unsaid
words
are
landscape
image
stand
out against the snow
accidental,
of the beautiful
disappears
in mirrors
to
further place and time
so
often attains
the
eternal
and
the movement
of
our feelings
and
elsewhere in the world
to write
the
only
root If
we
examine
forms
of
those who remain
to reflect
changes
the
location of the grave
with
almost pleasurable expectation
to
move
to
the next world
these
preparations
toward
the
dying, allowing
sometimes
a
collection
the
essence of all things
empties
to the
world beyond
death
or the house of its relatives
merges
into
contact
who
calls the dead
in
midsummer
to
their place of birth
it
is said
effigies,
or
bodies
of water
a
force superior
for
his most private thoughts
hidden
by leaves
the
boundaries of this world.
Written Off
I.
following
sentence
beneath
furnished experience
writing
the destruction of voice
every
point neutral
oblique
space slips away identity
the
body writing doubt
no
longer acting outside itself
voice
origin enters
death
consciousness
centred on his passions
as
if the end transparent
point
language to the place
leading
activity
to
pure himself
fragment
of the movement being
disappointment
entrusting the hand
the
principle experience itself
an
empty process to be filled
an
emptiness outside to exhaust it
an
act of writing utterly
transforms
the absent
divided
lives work simultaneously
in
no way a being there
is no other
time
eternally an operation of rare form
no
other act is uttered
II.
I
sing having buried the pathetic hand
passion
and necessity
the
hand cut off
a
field releasing a space
tissue
drawn
from
the centres of eternal gesture
never
to rest himself
the
interior to translate the dead
the
passion draws tissue
of
deferred multiplicity
the
thread and the space not pierced
evaporates
a system of literature
liberates
its source
nature
woven this
perpetual duplicity
drawn
from and
entering into one place
focused
hitherto the space inscribed
holds
together a trace it sets aside
writing
the birth of death.
Works
by David Rushmer have
appeared in a number of journals including Angel Exhaust, Great
Works, Moria and 10th Muse. Recordings
of his works are now featured online at Archive
of the Now. His
most recent pamphlets are The Family of Ghosts (Arehouse
Press, Cambridge, 2005), and Blanchot’s Ghost (Oystercatcher
Press, 2008). Sources for the poems are: for “Written Off,” The
Death of The Author by
Roland Barthes, and for “Hidden by Leaves,” the introduction
to Japanese Death Poems by
Yoel Hoffman.