Dutch Harbor, Alaska

[WolfLarsen]

DUTCH HARBOR, ALASKA
A poem by Wolf Larsen
You watch as thousands of ceiling people begin cutting your body up into dinner pieces (like the thunderstorm inside your living room)? So you write disintegrating sculptures obsessing on the page, it’s like a thousand splintering-avalanching-canneries drinking your body every second…

Each word is a hungry knife disordering the English language, each word is a spontaneous grave digger, every phrase is a cemetery waiting for my readers

Every moment is dread, every white molecule is exhaustion and regret - the shrieking canneries alive under a crashing galaxy fighting with the mountains and clouds, every night is a huge black lushness surrounded by incest, ignorance is a constant tidal wave poised over the small ridiculous town - every mirror is timeless despair, every day is ruin

So I begin this poem by eating the kitchen sink and drinking alarm clocks, so I begin the poem inside your convulsing memories. . . sculptures?

Copyright 2004 by Wolf Larsen

[hillwalker]

Apart from the opening sentence of the first verse (where I thought to myself - "here we go again") and the final sentence of the entire piece (which like much of your work is looking for surrealism but finding banality) this stands out as your best on these pages.

One can hear the continuous cacophony of the canning factory and the mindless tedium of working in such a harsh environment. A challenging but rewarding read.

H

[Alexander III]

I think this is one of your best, But I dont like the first line, evrything else is very vivid and alive.

[deryk]

This poem has a meandering 'flakeyness', but also a certain sharpness of sensation; it reads like a jagged whirlwind. The surrealism wasn't as evocative, but I might have to try a second reading.