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Nicholas Manning I'm a Paris-based poet and writer, and Assistant Lecturer in Comparative Literature at the University of Strasbourg, France. I'm currently writing my doctoral thesis on rhetoric and sincerity in post-war European and American poetry. Poems, articles, translations and reviews have appeared in such places as Free Verse, Fascicle, Verse, Dusie, BlazeVox, MiPoesias, Eratio, Cipher Journal, CrossXConnect, Shampoo, The Rose & Thorn, Imago, among many others. This year I was nominated for a Pushcart Prize.
from Novaless
XXXXXII he often sat up late . . . for it was plain * in his mind (leaning over a gate fixed on a landscape far away eastward * noiseless entirely) * that he was « outside » her life that these lubrications had made his light a mere landmark which opened up onto the brink of * a declivity slanting down directly to a tomb * ancestral dignity with all life lying in * the direction of this gaze . . . while whereabouts outside it she could not tell : some « region » of science possibly * or psycho -logical literature while his lips moving unconsciously on some impassioned visionary theme . . . supported by the slender fact * if distant by roads footways and bridle -paths that her doings interested him that his way home -ward too (like a barrel * to the bottom) would somehow link them noiseless -ly : like light * extending beneath the eye XXXXXIII her shoulders suddenly * shook . . . a risibility mingled with remnants his snuff-box amusing * herself singing amatory songs the evening in opposition to all orders : it went down to dine in sorrowful drops . . . her constitutional « cloud of misery » : uncontrollable in the previous * hour she drank stripped her hand of it watched a fly upon * her dress back the gauntlet over these sumptuous serpentine curves . . . stealthily unbuttoned moved dragging away the largest * limbs in his sayings or in his doings if blighted they were * as a child in * these matters : a gloomy smile wreathing her lips . . . then the rambling drives among the trees to show him * the futility everything was cold and colourless attack snapped from the beech -trees bold first then tearful he swore to his shivering Life * in the future to keep * well out of sight XXXXXIV musing sadly on her placid countenance the true conditions * of his holding assembled in the spar-house all was very sanguine feet further * upon the golden faces of the august « death -presences » the man of missives who in the extreme distance held up * his hand almost alone in the same house and saw this letter in it XXXXXV while they were awaiting * the answer . . . before he broke the seal the face of his daughter sublimed by * a profile whose creaking plow had turned these
sods : appreciative * «
modern » unpractical * animate and inanimate indeed every object which looks so grey * from his window the shivering trees the thin ice in the canal that he must know about even all the invisible ones * of days gone by . . . for his aims were desultory aimless * no arrowless in turn without rest : the tone still visible of name and family (he was that kind of man) her image a rarity played as a toy like the sound of her voice long after * her disappearance quite audible still * so far through the trees XXXXXVI
« how is it * I am here ? . . . »
a
beautiful practice of
still messages taken
in
some simple occurrences : hieroglyphs
of «
ordinary »
writing or
the light lashing * their memories with
the run of the years . . . * the
twigs upon their faces all
mentally collected a
clear gaze in
calm conditions that neither could
pronounce . . . to this language of
exposure * cultivated under glasses the
gentler ones clung a pleasing vividness
* of pattern and
volunteered corrections
: the
world being unbounded
* and all signs discrete XXXXXVII to show the likelihood * of rising he had marked out his field a grand solar * sweep (its creditable sides) drop -ping down into * such a place within * each observer’s horizon he had constructed « dialogues » : treasuring until evening * became the « small hours » some humour of the blood at length the rustle of a woman * ’s dress willing to be wooed by himself or by no-one . . . as far as amative cruelty * was concerned a fine-flaked desultoriness truly co(s)mic metaphysical * zodiacal an intellectual heaven ! poesy alchemy astrology and astronomy : he had lately plunged * much deeper newer waters giving certain new conditions * and some new kraken in all the familiar associations still not quite in accordance with * any fact
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