Work by Barry Goldensohn
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A Treatise on Ungovernment
Posted in Poetry, September 2009
Que scais-je? —Montaigne A white haired man in a rich cloth coat paces gravely on the platform waiting for the No.1 train, his hands splay open with quiet eloquence and he speaks to one absent to us with the sound of a breeze through leaves. What can not be understood can not be governed. —Plato [...]
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In Amsterdam
Posted in Poetry, September 2009
The Dutch girls are all taller than me (I’ve shrunk some with years), the stores are very small and stock little I want or need— only some food and a hat. The young speak to me very carefully English but when among themselves with words I fail to grasp, a wall flows and curves. Three [...]
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Learning from Nature
Posted in Poetry, September 2009
Stupid about exhaustion, no inner brake, I was cutting up fallen live oak, in the Santa Cruz Mountains with a chainsaw that as I tired, kept bucking past my ear as I dodged its kickback, two or three times through each hunk of firewood, and I looked up and saw, circling so low above me [...]
