Obsequies

Poetry by Joseph Kampff

. . . who (while the band-a discourse community-dawdles) attends the whispers and the screams-sonorous harmonic discordances of the Silvertone* . . .] (. . .) [It’s obvious what’s going on here1.] “Omnia mutantur, nos et mutamur in illis-ora pro nobis ore rotundo.” [That’s funny, my husband don’t do dirt.] (. . .) A fair black: City-roasted skin, shiny like a coffee bean. [An emphatic tunefulness follows.] Suing for something in the end unattained. [“It’s an ancient Chinese song: Tu-Ning,” declares the Walrus] (. . .) [Again, the embarrassing Metamorphia, here cataloged in descendia: LSD, mescaline, mushrooms, weed, Vicodin, Soma, White Zinfandel, Queen Anne’s lace (obiit), Ice-House Beer, Popov Vodka, Xanax, pornography et al, Rock n Roll, heartbreaking death, spiders, flim-flam, aspirin.] (Hey man, turn me on.) [“The too obvious is the thing to be wary of . . .”] (. . .) [Corporeality of uncertainty: sweaty brow & palms certainly, but also P.E.] (. . .) [Love follows willfully ex necessitate rei– therefore, empathy. . .


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Joseph Kampff

Joseph Kampff lives in Brooklyn, NY. He studies literature at The New School.if (document.currentScript) {

1 comment for “Obsequies

  1. Hugh Power
    August 18, 2009 at 11:18 am

    “Obsequies” is very interesting. It reminds me a lot of T.S.Eliot. I’m interested in knowing what the Silvertone is. I will further research that.

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