At last, the extremes
\nof his present methods
\nseemed to offer
\nthe happiest avenues.
\nThe strengthening
\nof even a single cell
\nmight become as much
\nas new knowledge
\nwhere ratty camouflage
\nis ripped aside
\nrevealing a real veldt
\nto hold him as surely
\nacross as up and down
\nin its green organization.<\/p>\n
THESE LINES<\/strong><\/p>\n These lines are like The odds, however long, THE NOTEBOOK<\/strong><\/p>\n This new notebook.<\/p>\n I can\u2019t wait Actually, I\u2019ve stopped twice The sentence is Sure, I want to write as I breathe, Should I take tent stakes <\/p>\n Jim Klein<\/b>\u00a0has published more than 100 poems in publications including\u00a0The Berkeley Review, The Beloit Poetry Journal, Joe Soap’s Canoe, Oxford Magazine, The Plastic Tower, Onthebus, Pulpsmith<\/i>, andGandhabba<\/i>; he has been published many times in\u00a0The Wormwood Review<\/i>, including a Feature Section. He has also published articles inThe Christian Century, James Joyce Quarterly<\/i>, and\u00a0College English<\/i>. He founded two literary magazines,\u00a0Lunch<\/i>, at Fairleigh Dickinson University, Rutherford, NJ, in the seventies, and currently\u00a0The Rutherford Red Wheelbarrow<\/i>.\u00a0Blue Chevies<\/i>, his first book, came out in September 2008, and\u00a0To Eat Is Human Digest Divine<\/i>\u00a0in 2009.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" At last, the extremes of his present methods seemed to offer the happiest avenues. The strengthening of even a single cell might become as much as new knowledge where ratty camouflage is ripped aside revealing a real veldt to hold him as surely across as up and down in its green organization. THESE LINES These [&hellip<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":609,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[4],"tags":[33],"class_list":["post-580","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-poetry","tag-a-painting-by-jim-klein"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/narrativenortheast.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/580","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/narrativenortheast.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/narrativenortheast.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/narrativenortheast.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/narrativenortheast.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=580"}],"version-history":[{"count":10,"href":"https:\/\/narrativenortheast.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/580\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1543,"href":"https:\/\/narrativenortheast.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/580\/revisions\/1543"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/narrativenortheast.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/609"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/narrativenortheast.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=580"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/narrativenortheast.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=580"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/narrativenortheast.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=580"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\na general to his troops,
\ntroops we must be
\nthought of as actually
\nbeing there unless he\u2019s
\na very special general.<\/p>\n
\nare not what impels us,
\nbut the guarantee of failure,
\nthe foolishness of arranging
\nbouquets, the lovemaking
\nof less and less as stem
\nis jammed onto stem.<\/b><\/p>\n
\nto begin messing it up.<\/p>\n
\nduring this sentence,
\nwhich contains two sentences,
\nto watch an old woman
\nin a sari looking down severely
\nwho suddenly shuts the window
\nand brings the whole thing
\nto a close.<\/p>\n
\nthe biggest fiction.
\nMurder may have been done.<\/p>\n
\nto push words out of me
\nthe way my guts are tied.<\/p>\n
\nand bang them into steel?
\nOr wring rainwater
\nout of the fog?<\/p>\n