almost like almost

Nadege Meriau, Untitled, 2003

 

almost like almost
. . . . . . . he said
in land there is a line around a wolf
within is other and awe
social grace packed

who wills foul and unrest
. . . . . . . when the chaste self ills

the line extends
skin
to no where inside
rhythmic
it wasn’t me
but this becoming will    not
already
listen
sing song sing song
today the howls are human and
the wind outside is ashamed
. . . . . . . . . . . . . .sing
a leap o a leap o
again and and   again oblivion
a cub relatively calmly
. . . . . . . casts abroad
a final vowl
looking oblivion
as it hammers
the sick hells
inside us
and all we can do is moan our own
cull
how flat can flesh be flattened and still be flesh
into tomorrow
innascent
who
wants to live forever
we do
no matter
what

 
 


Image credit: Nadege Meriau, Untitled (Chasing Wolves), Finland, 2003
www.nadegemeriau.com

Part of The Learned Pig’s Wolf Crossing editorial season, spring/summer 2017.

 

The Learned Pig

 

Aodan McCardle

Aodán McCardle is a painter, a poet, gardener, tattooist, designer, maker, father, he has delivered babies warm in the dark and wrapped the dead in white hospital cotton. He is a co-editor at Veer Books. His PhD is on Action as Articulation of the Contemporary Poem though physicality and doubt are the site of meaning and the stance respectively where the action operates. His way into collaboration was as part of London Under Construction LUC. His current practice is improvised performance/writing/drawing as a finding out. He grew up in the mountains, moved to the city, lives by the sea.