she said ‑ "like dry ice
this weather feels like dry ice
      cold but not cold
                an eerie chill"

& it is February in NY & well
into the 50's & it's been this way
for over a month  
& i heard a whisper extend
his cheeks & blow a vacuum of air
into the room & a screamer did the
same & the globe became a bit
more fried & the sea a bit higher
& the globe became a bit more tired & the 
air a wee bit crueler

the post man delivered the letter of death
                                                       & announced thru his mask ‑ 
                                         “you cannot beat the toxic drum
                                                 you cannot eat the crutch ‑ 
                                   throw away the new made holes
                                           & smother the seasons”

“dry” she muttered annoyingly     thru her cracked mouth ‑   “dry ice”

the world is collapsing like a musical scale
& was always collapsing ‑ 
there are no corners to hide things in –-
or closets
no words to compensate & deeds will never  
suffice

                  there is only the humble heart to apologize &
                  beg forgiveness for his brothers for the madman
                  thrashing the brutal lamplit nite ‑ for the park torn
                  up to prevent the homeless from resting for the forests
                  filth & the hole in the sky for hatred for the damaged metal drums
                  bleeding into all our backyards ‑ for the
                  poet's feeble attempt at apologies & false awareness
                  for  the very root of modern extinction for...you know
                  the list goes on & on

but apologize to  
whom?  to what?  to the  
brutal nite? to the dry ice chill?
to the warming globe?
to the profile in the mirror?
to the final smile?
the sad & sorry   
sax o phonist?                                                                                                   

                                         like a malevich
                                         square we are here
                                         & defined & flat
                                         & simple & unbound


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steve dalachinsky was born in 1946, Brooklyn, New York right after the last big war and has managed to survive lots of little wars. His work has appeared extensively in journals on & off line including; Big BridgeMilkTribesUnlikely StoriesRatapallaxEvergreen ReviewLong ShotAlpha Beat SoupXtantBlue Beat JacketThe Brooklyn Review,. He is included in such anthologies as Beat IndeedThe Haiku MomentUp is Up But So is Down: NYU Downtown Literary Anthology, the Unbearables anthologies: Help YourselfThe Worse Book I Ever Read and The Big Book of Sex (of which he is a co-editor) and the esteemed Outlaw Bible of American Poetry. He has written liner notes for the CDs of many artists including Anthony Braxton, Charles Gayle, James "Blood" Ulmer, Rashied Ali, Roy Campbell, Matthew Shipp and Roscoe Mitchell. His 1999 CD, Incomplete Direction (Knitting Factory Records), a collection of his poetry read in collaboration with various musicians, has garnered much praise. His chapbooks include Musicology (Editions Pioche, Paris 2005), Trial and Error in Paris (Loudmouth Collective 2003), Lautreamont's Laments (Furniture Press 2005), In Glorious Black and White (Ugly Duckling Presse 2005), Dream Book (Avantcular Press 2005), Christ Amongst the Fishes (A book of collages, Oilcan Press 2009), Insomnia Poems (Propaganda Press 2009), Invasion of the Animal People (Propaganda Press 2010), The Mantis: collected poems for Cecil Taylor 1966-2009 (Iniquity Press 2011), Trustfund Babies (Unlikely Stories Press The Veiled Doorway & St. Lucie (Unarmed Press 20012) and Long Play E.P. (Corrupt Press, 2012). His book The Final Nite (complete notes from a Charles Gayle Notebook, Ugly Duckling Presse 2006) won the 2007 Josephine Miles PEN National Book Award His most recent books are Logos and Language, a collaboration with pianist Matthew Shipp (Rogueart Press 2007), Reaching into the Unknown, a collaborative project with  French photographer Jacques Bisceglia, RogueArt 2009). His latest CD is Phenomena of Interference, a collaboration with pianist Matthew Shipp (Hopscotch Records 2005). He has read throughout the N.Y. area, the U.S., Japan and Europe, including France and Germany. He is a contributing writer to the Brooklyn Rail. His book A Superintendent's Eyes (Hozomeen Press 2000) is being reissued by Autonomedia/Unbearables in an expanded/revised edition in late fall 2012. His latest cds are collaborations with saxophonist Dave Liebman, bassist Joelle Leandre and an experimental French rock Group the Snobs.
 


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