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"The poem is on horse vision. Horses see in wide angle, but can't see directly in front of their faces. I wanted to embody this seeing askance in the poem, to get out of my human seeing."
—Julian Brolaski

horse vision

Julian Talamantez Brolaski

clock reads 7 at all hours
juncos make selves known in the snow
this time dawdling
I write in horse, but I see in athabascan
when it’s time for elevensies, the clock reads 7
what telling fortune therewith
time is a thing that gets spent, like youth, $ and desire
n/t so lovely as a cardinal against the snow
or a tree w/ fruit on it
by the time I have ceased to write this
it will already be 7
adjourned to the park
n/thing will come of n/t
starfish creaked in the wood
lurid amulet    w/ a fish onnit
sign reads SEVEN all day & at all hours
the dogs curse each other from afar
in dog language
when did the word corrupt begin to take on a moral cast?
horses see in wide angle, and have a much wider periphery than humans,
but with a blind spot in the very center
so if you want to be sympathetic to a horse say sucks
about those blinders
or if you want to make fun of a horse, tell them
they can’t even see whats in front of their face

Copyright © 2013 by Julian Brolaski. Used with permission of the author. This poem appeared in Poem-A-Day on August 1, 2013. Browse the Poem-A-Day archive.

Copyright © 2013 by Julian Brolaski. Used with permission of the author. This poem appeared in Poem-A-Day on August 1, 2013. Browse the Poem-A-Day archive.

Julian Talamantez Brolaski

Julian Talamantez Brolaski

Julian Talamantez Brolaski is the author of Advice for Lovers (City Lights Publishers, 2012) and gowanus atropolis (Ugly Duckling Presse, 2011), and coeditor of NO GENDER: Reflections on the Life & Work of kari edwards (Litmus Press, 2009). He lives in San Francisco.

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