As often happens a creative impulse comes to me while I’m doing something else “non-creatively” speaking. I had recently received “The American Heritage Dictionary of Indo-European Roots” but felt daunted by all of the verbiage at the front of the book describing how to use it. In retrospect, given what happened, some “Other” part of me was listening and I might say excited.
As I was puttering around my office a few days later a voice said “open the AHDIER at random, pick 20 roots, use the first definition and make a poem now”.
Here it is:
The Last Banana
To push off
To cut emulsion
Hidden, turn
Navel blackened by fire
Lack of whole
Burning summer
Speak firmly
Leap, man!
Pouring flat
Mild crawling
Now consider what is happening to us, to nature, to life
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