Friday, February 26, 2010

TC: Joseph Ceravolo: Ho Ho Ho Caribou


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for Rosemary


I


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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II


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


daddy."



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III


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.




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IV


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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V


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

to?


See quick......is flying



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VI


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!...you're right."




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VII

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

animals.


More than when we run?





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VIII



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



desert.




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IX


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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X


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



stop!




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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

2 comments:

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.