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Highbrow religion:
the New York Times Book Review
you progressive, you.

Postcard from Island Gulag #669A

Hi all !

Having a great time here in post-modern poetry.
We’ve been on the island since Sylvia Plath croaked in ’63.
It’s been a bit smoggy and verbose   incoherent   gratuitously cryptic, but the prison-guards are super-nice and they let us write Haiku once in a while. There’s this MFA creative-writing place just up the road from the gulag, it’s really charming. They publish a chapbook that 4 people on the island read. They also host workshops, like How to Find Your Authentic Voice and Pushing Language Beyond the Boundaries. Last night we saw some non-identity-politics-driven verse in the nearby wilderness reserve. It had beautiful plumage and made totally weird sounds. (Hey Dylan, you’re remembering to feed my muse, right? Don’t let her out after 5 since she might stay out all night. She does NOT like the free-verse abstract work. Feed her the structured message-oriented stuff to the right of the literary-elite class. Thanks ☺ ) Anyway, we’re trapped on this island so if you find someway to get us off, do your best.
PLEEZ tell the editorial prison-guards that we are working on our English Lit degrees. And send the Maya Angelou and Adrienne Rich books soon !!!!!

Love,
Rita Dove’s Bookshelf

PROMPT:   draft a prose poem
in the form/style of a postcard

 

 

Auspicious Hexagram 

    Upon receiving the propitious omen,
let the chamber be arrayed in crimson silk.
The ten thousand things rise and return to their essence.
The tapestries part to reveal Pearl-gate when Tiger Breath combines with fire in active contemplation. The Empress approaches Mountain Hermit and landscape flows with harmony. The ten thousand things transmute to pure chi when Jade Daughter receives rising force in harmonious arousal. Before moment of Clouds-on-Jade-Mountain-Peak, the Empress’ crucible overflows with yin. Her alabaster chamber will yield its treasure willingly if tiger of Cloud-Mountain Forest does not take it by force, when Moon-Gate is opened by stealth in the shadow of Cloud-Mountain Temple.

云寺山

Burger King french fries
are not as good as Wendy’s—
but when you’re hungry . . .

Double Divination: Prompt Response

    Major Arcana VII

I drove a chariot for Egypt’s dead gods,
obeyed decrees of an angry Pharaoh.
Vision widens where hope seems to narrow
as coral crusts the rims and axle-rods.
Submerged upon the sands my army’s host;
Erythrean currents their secrets keep.
The waters gave way, drowned me in the deep
while God led you forth toward your promised coast.
There was no choice for me, the charioteer.
A tyrant sent me forth to hunt you down;
pursuing you, I thought your end was near.
In the descent, I lost my star and crown.
My lord was false, while yours continues strong;
I rise from depths to further you along.

 

 Charioteer3     Charioteer2

 

 

 House of Cards

Bright child of the Tarot , a new age awaits you—

but not through the mazes you’re wandering in.

Your gypsy desire and clairvoyant excursions

are setting your beautiful brain all a-spin.

The dog at the precipice barks out a warning:

the FOOL, the MAGICIAN and PRIESTESS are wrong

Pay no heed to their signs and the omens around you—

let faith be your shield when the DEVIL seems strong.

JUSTICE, as blind as the HERMIT is horny,

has seen that our TOWER is stricken and doomed.

The SUN, MOON and STARS in their orbits bear witness

as LOVERS  in bondage to DEATH are consumed . . .

Egypt can’t help you. The CHARIOT‘s stalled

While the TEMPERANCE angel was mixing the drinks.

The EMPRESS (a tedious feminist) preaches

an upside down future, the HANGED MAN thinks . . .

Though the WHEEL almost crushes you turning this way

And the staff of correction has battered you hard

I am sure you will make it, if only you pray

to the sovereign elector who holds every card

for a ray of redemption to light up your way.

Let the Major Arcana now bow and acknowledge

as  JUDGMENT is sounded and shatters the sky

that omniscient and just is the blessed Redeemer

who loves every lunatic card-addled dreamer

like you and like me. Therefore hear when I cry

that the WORLD in its fullness can’t harbor His love—

nor the heavens within nor without nor above . . .

May the HIEROPHANT‘s dynasty wither away

and the EMPEROR‘s  scepter be broken to shards

as the breath of God’s Spirit comes into our world

to reveal the true STRENGTH of your house made of cards.