Tonight’s featured poet is Mike Alexander. I first came across Mike in the mid-1990s when he was going by M. Alexander and reading regularly on the poetry scene here in Houston. We ended up reading on the same stage more than once, and I became a fan of his work.
Those of you in H-town can catch him reading tomorrow afternoon as well, at the New Book New Poems Reading at 2:00 at the Houston Public Library (500 McKinney 77002). Here’s a link to the Facebook event page. Also sharing their work at this shindig will be Robin Davidson and Peter Hyland. The event will be up on the 4th floor of the main building. Check it out!
You may also find Mike’s book RETROgrade at P & J Poetics.
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Le Coup de Vent: Mistral Noir
This is a drunkard’s dance.
. Courbet’s terrain
distorts a sober regiment of oaks,
into a bacchanal of greens, the strain
apparent in the pressure of brush strokes
& knifework. Boughs, unnaturally skewed,
leaves shaking. Wind-swept canvas, it evokes
the pagan frenzy of a nymph pursued
by satyrs,
. Orphic lute,
. ecstatic cries.
The landscape sprawls, unfettered, like a nude
discarding her quotidian disguise,
more sacred now she’s shown herself profane.
Inebriated by a beauty eyes
cannot explain, she drops what veils remain,
& spins,
. the painter’s brush
. her weather-vane.
The dots at the beginnings of some lines are mine, added to counteract the vagaries of WordPress’ formatting shenanigans.
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heartbreaking when the old nbsp notations don’t work. “Inebriated by a beauty eyes / cannot explain” —damn, Mike. I know that moment exactly.
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