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South Fork Poetry: ‘The Waste Land’

Tue, 05/13/2025 - 11:56
“Pluperfect,” from 2017, a 12-by-5-foot watercolor by Hallie Cohen.
Courtesy of the Artist

I. The Burial of the Dead

Bin gar keine Russin stauen aus Litauen, echt Deutsch Der Heimat zu, meine Irisch Kind You hypocrit lecteur! — mon semblable, — mon frere! You get off the ramp at Exit 70 passing the Cumberland Farms and Wendy’s on Route 111 Manorville where Rex Heuermann buried his Gilgo Beach dead, past McDonald’s, the strip mall with its King Kullen opposite the shuttered Michelangelo and the 7-Eleven. You’re driving, slight drizzle. You turn on the windshield wipers and defroster as you bear left and sharply left, a pair of headlights tailgating and onto 27, Bridgehampton 8 sign.

 

II. A Game of Chess

Should I move my pawn one or two spaces and what next? “Move your knight.” Castlevania!

 

‘What shall I do now? What shall I do?’

‘I shall rush out as I am, and walk the street

‘With my hair down, so. What shall we do tomorrow?

‘What shall we ever do?’

 

There are those who like to play cards and those who get bored with winning or losing. Who cares what your opponent thinks?

 

III. The Fire Sermon

Old man with wrinkled female breasts

Sweet Thames sung my song

Tiresias goddammit

You are never there when we need you

Gone is the operant word

You can recycle cans

Not history

Goner

You’re a goner

made a firm commitment never to enter any sports stadium again or
    attend any event

Are you really going to New Jersey to see the Stones in some afterlife
    in which your vertigo

leaves you staggering for eternity

What was his name, Larry?

Who walked around the Lincoln Center area in

riding pants and boots.

Have sympathy for the devil

I remember when Jesus

Andrea Doria sinking STOP

special prosecutor STOP

real estate interests STOP

A famous composer who wrote

criticism for TNYRB,

Ned Roar em?

I need a four-letter word that’s a five-letter word,

no expletives.

Lonnie will be back with a full five-day forecast

I hope you live

 

IV. Death by Water

And the profit and loss.

The children and the adults

drown their grief

in torrents of words.

Their suffering has passed.

There are many things you can do nothing about.

Sadie didn’t stop talking

which is why you didn’t invite her.

 

V. What the Thunder Said

Who is the third who walks always beside you?

Pat Sajak won out, Wheel of Fortune.

You came before the unfavored son.

The poet.

You threw away your talent and starred in porn.

You were defensive about it and made the egalitarian argument

no one thing is better than the other

though the world would have prized you for

playing Jamie Tyrone.

‘Midnight Plowboy’ was not even covered in the trades still less daily
    Variety old father

I heard she’d died yesterday.

I can send all the emails I like to her account but I shall never hear her
    voice again.

Never never never . . .

The event horizon of this black hole is a precipice.

Kepler star 1200 light-years from earth.


Francis Levy is a Wainscott resident. The Italian translation of his novel “Erotomania” will be released in October. His novel “The Wormhole Society” will be released then too, along with a graphic novel version illustrated by Joseph Silver. His long poem “Francis Levy’s Divine Comedy” was published in Exquisite Corpse.

 

 

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