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Andrew Joron is the author of the poetry collections The Absolute Letter (Flood Editions, 2017), Trance Archive: New and Selected Poems (City Lights Publishers, 2010), The Sound Mirror (Flood Editions, 2008), Fathom (Black Square Editions, 2003), and The Removes (Hard Press, 1999). He teaches creative writing at San Francisco State University in California.

A = A

Mine to ask a mask to say, A is not A.



No one, ever the contrarian, to answer.



The moon is both divided & multiplied

        by water: as chance, as the plural of chant.



O diver, to be sea-surrounded by a thought bled white—

        a blankness as likely as blackness.



What is the word for getting words & forgetting?



Might night right sight?



I, too late to relate

        I & I, trap light in sound

& sing no thing that breath can bring.

Copyright © 2013 by Andrew Joron. Used with permission of the author.

Copyright © 2013 by Andrew Joron. Used with permission of the author.

Andrew Joron

Andrew Joron is the author of the poetry collection The Absolute Letter (Flood Editions, 2017).

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poem
The pilot alone knows
That the plot is missing its
Eye.

Why isn't this "ominous science" 
   itself afraid, a frayed
Identity?

Pray, protagonist —
Prey to this series of staggered instants.

Here the optic 
Paints its hole, its self-consuming moment.
It is speech, dispelled, that 
   begs to begin to ache.

So
poem
Across the stiffening pond, your steps
        send broken branching signals
Faultless as some harp-tuning 
    
        dedicated to silence: each note
Carries an interior candle of dissonance
        the dark calendar
Marked by a sequence of frozen suns

There is a season deeper than winter
Passing in these