Through the Slaughter Through the Slaughter
and Bialik Sky—have mercy. When flechettes fly forth from a shell, shot by a tank taking Ezekiel’s chariot’s name— When their thin fins invisibly whiz, whiflling the air…
Nov 25, 2015 / Books & the Arts / Peter Cole
Of Time and Intensity Of Time and Intensity
Is Time a dispersion of intensity? For epiphanists, maybe, but not for me— for whom Time is a transposition of immensity into a lower key.
Jul 10, 2012 / Books & the Arts / Peter Cole
Tutelary Tutelary
Solace from anemones, sepals of instinct pushing the air. Why do they matter so much, there in the room at noon while nothing moves around them: scarlet, creams, and burgundies, magenta, bone-white, and bruise-like blues; the wind’s daughter, or bride, for some, for others a temple to the wounds of Tammuz— or living itself, wordless, longing. Where is that luminous lusciousness from?
Jun 25, 2012 / Books & the Arts / Peter Cole
Three Poems by Peter Cole Three Poems by Peter Cole
"Leviticus Again," "Of Time and Intensity," "Tutelary"
May 7, 2012 / Peter Cole
Israel Is Israel Is
Israel Is Israel is he or she who wrestles with God--call him what you will, not some goon (with a rabbi and gun) in a pre-fab home on a biblical hill....
Apr 3, 2008 / Books & the Arts / Peter Cole