Anne Tardos

[A preview from Anne Tardos’s latest book of poetry, soon to be published by BlazeVOX Books, and a statement about the dynamics and the nature of “the poet,” and much else.]

 

The poet writes dactylic syllables-eight times Lovingly but like a shadow

 

Consented and conceived of melodious French and English conceived

through itself and others

To cheer up the text negating its most

indifferent nature as many women turn to

nobility and tact

 

The enclosure of freedom was at its most

indifferent Water didn’t show such conditions

of breaking out Or inhabiting or developing a

dynamic understanding

 

Okay so far, inevitable writing, no comments so far from narrating

 

I have ruined but lovingly

 

 

the dynamic of syllables and dactyls in

narrating and took up next the dynamic

of understanding

 

Tenacious tenant loving and conceived

and consenting contemplating death I

have

 

Then they ever okay

so so

I don’t do not

 

But I write syllables dactyls eight

times Lovingly

 

Call the dynamic

understanding

Tenaciousness

 

But I write syllables and dactyls eight

times Most lovingly

 

Thinking in language by applying melodious French and

English A new day here

between a disturbance and a cheer

Between a dinner and all the slights

Between a story and many women

 

I see I stood up for many

women Inhabiting ok so

far

so that okay

okay

good

 

I have learned

 

Okay so good, I did because my survival is writing.

 

You will see

I awoke

from

Much much celebration

you will see

 

Celebrated you’re supposed to intentionally leave

Much celebration

Spinoza said

 

Women turn the pump that could accommodate a

new writer Or something new like thinking of love

 

until the larger

more than wanting

but hidden behind the static while time had to task

 

Editing and getting

off took a jolt

a cheer up

 

Never developed to an abstraction as

easily as Remaining loyal to the healthy

specimen

loyal but then I had to leave A distance from the

cold and women have bravely moved

 

From an inner organ that must overwhelm some women who turn the

demons

 

The famous Chinese inner organs that have

consented So I write a joyride:

 

“Inky Infinity infantilizing Insight”

 

Never learned to be a transformer

 

Feelings come out of time, she adds, she loves the tenacious lodger

 

at any point in itself and

 

men are not hidden behind my temple only the mind’s password

 

Behind my very concept of all this love

 

Followed by many women who are into

preservation And others who write in an effort to

survive

 

I write something new.

Philosophy touches all I

inhabit.

 

I write.