Revision (live, UNCG)
Dan Albergotti reading “Revision” live at UNC Greensboro, March 8, 2008.
Dan Albergotti reading “Revision” live at UNC Greensboro, March 8, 2008.
Dan Albergotti reading “The Boatloads” live at UNC Greensboro, March 8, 2008.
We fear to speak, and silence coats the night air. So we are dumb, as quiet as the kitchen pans hanging on their cabinet hooks. What words do we even have? The root of fuck is as much to strike as to copulate. And sometimes ravish is to rape. But when you’re ravishing, you’re beautiful. […]
Lines of incompletion. All those words that can be gathered. But not enough for shoring. Not against ruins. Fragments of sentences, of dreams, of the boys’ school in Hiroshima. Looking for raw material in the dust. Finding nothing. Having nothing inside. Unable to do the police in different voices. No more voices. No more makers, […]
Measure the walls. Count the ribs. Notch the long days. Look up for blue sky through the spout. Make small fires with the broken hulls of fishing boats. Practice smoke signals. Call old friends, and listen for echoes of distant voices. Organize your calendar. Dream of the beach. Look each way for the dim glow […]
After two weeks under the Italian sun, he would dash off a note to Fanny Brawne: “Weather marvelous. Fully recovered. Come soon and bring summer dresses.” And she would come. She would pull his miraculous heart to her breast, and they would listen to every bird’s song. The odes would win a silly contest, and […]
Dante had not thought death had undone so many. He had not been paying attention. Just look at the front page every morning, its solid column of names. It looks like the print of a rubber stamp, rough from reuse. At the bank of the river, hoary old Charon can barely keep up. Each day […]
Dan Albergotti, poetry editor of storySouth, talks about the first poem he wrote that didn’t embarrass him.