{"id":573,"date":"2013-11-20T02:42:06","date_gmt":"2013-11-20T02:42:06","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/narrativenortheast.com\/?p=573"},"modified":"2014-01-17T15:36:05","modified_gmt":"2014-01-17T15:36:05","slug":"573","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/narrativenortheast.com\/?p=573","title":{"rendered":"After The Long Sigh of Violins Wound You Beyond Repair – John Barrale"},"content":{"rendered":"

After the long sigh of the violins wound you beyond repair<\/strong><\/em> your last plink disturbs the silence, and a cat in another dimension\u2019s driveway will look up from under the warm space of a recently turned off engine. A spider as red as Mars will run down a roof\u2019s dry canals, its web broken by a basketball a boy throws. Beyond repair, the shiny ends of thread are almost invisible against the light glaring off the boy\u2019s eyeglasses. The you that never was hears his mother calling from the kitchen, her voice spreading in the echoless rooms.<\/p>\n

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After the long sigh of the violins wound you beyond repair <\/strong>over beers with God, you gain some distance, and looking down see how all is really small and ugly. God, reading your mind, says I\u2019m thinking bugs sucked dry and left hanging in a web. You think of the mummified mouse you once found behind the boiler, a thing so ugly that even the old lady in your head wouldn\u2019t get the broom and dustpan to pick it up. <\/em><\/p>\n

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After the long sigh of the violins wound you beyond repair<\/strong><\/em> you have the dream of deer and buttons. A doe, you\u2019ll be strung up by a hunter and slit from the neck down. One brown eye will harden into a button. Too small, it doesn\u2019t close your wounds. The nimble-fingered monkeys, who were the world\u2019s tailors back then, buy the idea and make it work. You become rich from the royalties, and all is good until 1895 when a lazy cat invents the zipper. Over pipes in God\u2019s favorite opium den, you complain. He tells you to write a book about how the animals invented everything. You wake up and think of the buttons on her blouse, closed shutters now.<\/p>\n

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After the long sigh of the violins wound you beyond repair<\/em> <\/strong>you come back as your grandfather\u2019s grandfather. You\u2019ll live to be very old and survive three wives. Only an occasional dog will come scratching at your door. You\u2019ll remark to anyone who\u2019ll listen that you prefer your house to anything in the world, and you love the flowers in your garden better than your daughters. No one will really care. It won\u2019t matter because at night, in your bed, you\u2019ll hear the clock in the hall strike one, and see the future centuries waiting like a long army encamped on the mountaintop your pillow makes.<\/p>\n

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After the long sigh of the violins wound you beyond repair<\/strong> memories melt faster than ice in bright sunlight. I remember January, you and our sons, the smiles frozen in the photograph. Somewhere there is snow on the ground, and silence grows to the size and weight of a house. My hands write furiously and make do with the warmth of a cup. Notions are altered, and hours that never counted open in petals. My fingers rise like the dead, and bring forgotten touches up to my lips where they are rubbed and blessed.<\/em><\/p>\n

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John Barrale was born in New York City’s Lower East Side and graduated from Richmond College with a B.A. in English Literature. Since 1978, he has lived in New Jersey. He is travel frequently, a Jazz aficionado, and an avid hiker. His poetry has been published in Paterson Literary Review, Red Wheel Barrow Poets\u2019 Anthologies (Volumes I – V, Poetalk, NJ Journal of Poets, The Lullwater Review, California Quarterly, Tiger\u2019s Eye Journal, The Penwood Review, The Aurorean, and The William and Mary Review. His book of poems, Shakespeare’s Moths was published by White Chicken Press.<\/p>\n

He is a founding member of the Red Wheel Barrow Poetry Workshop. This is an ongoing poetry workshop that has met weekly in Rutherford NJ since 2005. The workshop is free of charge and open to all poets in the NJ\/NY area. The group sponsors a monthly poetry reading series at The William Carlos Williams Center in Rutherford, NJ. Since 2008, our group has published an annual anthology featuring the best of the readers and open microphone participants at our monthly readings. In 2012, he joined the staff of \u201cThe Red Wheel Barrow\u201d poetry anthology as a managing editor.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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