HORSE
somewhere
in the far north
of Toronto
my son and I
see a hammer
lying in an intersection
when I think about
the future
I tend to smile
we destroy a shipping crate
containing
a wooden horse
put the horse
& bits of smashed crate
into the car and
drive home
together
through the traffic
and at night
no one
climbs out of
the horse
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If one were ever alert, riding the tunnels of the brain, quivering from the quavering breath, til one stopped using grammar, there being no grammar, til one threw away sound, there being no sound, and one saw not the world out front, now without eyes or tongue, now without subject or object, shape nor form, nothing but the horse riding into being.
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I understand that Czech's have this fascination with Native North Americans:
If one were a White Man, ever alert, leaning into the wind on a galloping horse, quivering swiftly over the quavering ground, til one stopped using spurs, there being no spurs, till one threw away the reins, there being no reins, and one hardly saw the terrain out in front as a well-mown stretch of lawn, now without a horse's neck or a horse's head.
If one were ever alert, riding the tunnel of the brain, quivering from the quavering breath, til one stopped using grammar, there being no grammar, til one threw away sound, there being no sound, and one saw not the world out front, now without eyes or tongue, now without subject or object, shape nor form, nothing but the black horse riding into being.
"The naming of the animals and the glorifying of them should not be seen as exactly tree and it takes a psychological approach to get this."