Talking with Alan
Golding:
The first broadcast
from the Wexler Recording Studio
@ Kelly Writers House,
with Al
Filreis,
Bob
Perelman
Orchid Tierney
& Ron
Silliman
November 19, 2014

They Could Have Stayed Forever by Joan Fleming

There�s a free beach somewhere close to here, where everyone�s covered in sand. And everyone knows that sand is time, or time is sandy, and all the barriers are striped, red and white, like Christmas candy. But no-one�s there. They couldn�t find the rhyme for fun hiding in their pocket money. There�s only the space where they ate spun sugar, then floated off the boardwalk after their snack. Now

ALWAYS ALMOST, NEVER QUITE by David Howard

at home ?in the interpreted world

-
Rainer Maria Rilke, Duino Elegies I





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The tree on the slope is contingent upon
your voice.

I hear nothing so the tree won�t bend �

I need that tree to bend.



The horizon does not want poetry to keep
going.

Intention? No star meant to be admired and yet�

Praise is impossible without doubt, ask a
teenager.



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