David Gilbey #7 Pseudepigraphs

... not quite sure what to do with these breakfast reading fragments:

Pseudepigraphs

Breakfast’s nine dishes at the Ueno Hotel: Yoshimasu Gozo

‘We moon after clarity as though it weren’t art’s least truthful construction.’

Translation shatters sound connections, misses performance gesture

growing new crystals from molecular fragments, hearing avant stacked chords

of, a poetry adrift upon the waves

moonlight slivers white peaches.

And Eric: lips touching the rim of the lacquer bowl while eating

Kiss the red open wound of the lacquer tree.

The small d of die and the small l of live are

ears of barley.

What Emily knew: I felt His Silver Heel Upon my Ankle

Then my Shoes would Overflow with Pearl.

Hawaiian proverb: a turtle’s offensive breath

breaking to a windy day.

At the entrance to the firecracker house, a sick silkworm, discarded

walking towards the white gate, holding white egg stones,

knees slightly apart.

And upon methought, The wood began to move the rivers

In the fields of Musashino: the hollows grown old –

crystal/emerald/dust made to fall.