Friday, February 26, 2010

TC: Joseph Ceravolo: Ho Ho Ho Caribou


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for Rosemary


Leaped at the caribou.

My son looked at the caribou.

The kangaroo leaped on the

fruit tree. I am a white

man and my children

are hungry

which is like paradise.

The doll is sleeping.

It lay down to creep into

the plate.

It was clean and flying.

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Where you...the axes

are. Why is this home so

hard. So much

like the sent over the

courses below the home

having a porch.

Felt it on my gate in the place

where the caribous jumped

over. Where geese sons

and pouches of daughters look at

me and say "I'm hungry




Not alone in the

gastrous desert. We are looking

at the caribous out in the water

swimming around. We

want to go in the ocean

along the dunes.

Where do we like?

Like little lice in the sand

we look into a fruit expanse.

Oh the sky is so cold.

We run into the water.

Lice in heaven.



My heel. Ten o'clock the class.

Underwater fish

brush by us. Oh leg

not reaching!

The show is stopping

at the sky to drive in the

truck. Tell us where to

stop and eat. And

drink which comes to us out

in the sand is

at a star.

My pants are damp.

Is tonight treating us

but not reaching through the window.

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Where is that bug going?

Why are your hips

rounded as the sand?

What is jewelry?

Baby sleeps. Sleeping on

the cliff is dangerous.

The television of all voice is

way far behind.

Do we flow nothing?

Where did you follow that bug


See flying



Caribou, what have I

done? see how her

heart moves like a little

bug......under my thumb.

Throw me deeply.

I am the floes.

Ho ho ho caribou,

light brown and wetness

caribou. I stink and

I know it.

"Screw you!'re right."



Everyone has seen us out

with the caribou but

no one has seen us out in

the car. You passed

beyond us.

We saw your knees

but the other night we

couldn't call you.

You were more far than a

widow feeling you.

Nothing has been terrible.

We are the people who have

been running with


More than when we run?



Tell us where o eat to stop and eat

The diner is never gonna come.

The forest things are passing.

I did drink my milk

like a mother of wolves.

Wolves on the desert

of ice cold love, of

fireproof breasts and the breast

I took like snow.

Following me

I love you

and I fall beyond

and I eat you like a

bow and arrow withering in the


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No one should be mean.

Making affection and all the green

winters wide awake.

Blubber is desert. Out on

the firm lake, o firm

and aboriginal kiss.

To dance, to hunt, to sing,

no one should be mean.

Not needing these things.

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Like a flower, little light, you open

and we make believe

we die. We die all around

you like a snake in a

well and we come up out

of the warm well and

are born again out of dry

mammas, nourishing mammas, always

holding you as I

love you and am

revived inside you, but

die in you and am

never born again in

the same place; never


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Ho Ho Ho Caribou: Joseph Ceravolo, from The Paris Review #44, 1968

Strolling reindeer (Rangifer tarandus) in the Kebnekaise valley, Lapland, Sweden
: photo by Alexandre Buisse, 2007
Waterfall, Norde Isortoq, West Greenland: photo by Rene Moerkhoej, 2007
Peregrine falcon (Falco peregrinus), Asturias, Spain: photo by Francisco M. Marzoa Alonso, 2005
Rainbow trout (Oncorhynchus mykiss): photo by Ken Hammond/USDA (U.S. Dept. of Agriculture)
Herd of caribou (Rangifer tarandus), Arctic national Wildlife Refuge: photo by U.S. Fish & Wildlife Service, 2008
Lemming (Lemmus lemmus), Norway: photo by Frode Inge Helland, 1987
Caribou (Rangifer tarandus), Suomi, near Ihari, Finland: photo by Lukas Riebling, 2005
Arctic fox (Alopex lagopus): photo by Marcel Burkhard, 2005
Cowberries (Vaccinium vitis-idaea): photo by Jonas Bergsten, 2006
Albino caribou (Rangifer tarandus) leading a train, Jämtland, Sweden: photo by oskarlin, 2005
Common cottongrass (Eriophorum scheuchzeri): photo by Franz Xaver, 1991


gamefaced said...

"do we flow nothing"
that from this, stood out. not sure why. something i will read more than once. for effects.

TC said...

Vincent Katz discusses Ceravolo's version of the pastoral here.