Anne Tardos
'The Poet,' from 'The Exploding Nothingness of Never Define'
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[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.
Poems and poetics