hm.

i knew these existed, but did not recognize the liaws aspect until i saw them again at a store.

behold:

lobster claws to eat….lobster claws.

nice.

some poems

i’ve recently been bestowed by a whole bushel of liaws-related writings. it’s getting a little ravenous.

a sampling:

The Judges of the Little Box

by Vasko Popa

Why do you stare at the little box

That in her emptiness

Holds the whole world

If the little box holds

The world in her emptiness

Then the antiworld

Holds the little box in its antihand

Who will bite off the antiworld’s antihand

And on that hand

Five hundred antifingers

Do you believe

You’ll bite it off

With your thirty-two teeth

Or are you waiting

For the little box

To fly into your mouth

Is this why you are staring

Last News about the Little Box

The little box which contains the world

Fell in love with herself

And conceived

Still another little box

The little box of the little box

Also fell in love with herself

and conceived

Still another little box

And so it went on forever

The world from the little box

Ought to be inside

The last box of the little box

But not one of the little boxes

Inside the little box in love with herself

Is the last one

Let’s see you find the world now

Star

by Robert Creeley

Where

It is

There

You are

*

Out there

In here

Now it is

Was also

*

Up where

It will be

And down

Again

*

No one

Point

To it

Ever

(from 68 Quick Poems by Brandon Downing)

23

As the bottled-water

Trucks loaded with water

Drive out in the rain

37

Haunted Carter. Haunts

The kilns. Of names.

And comes up with itself.

And haunts itself.

BAM.