Germany
A new poem by Jim Dine.
Germany
Jim Dine
Those that I have
infused with love
I get it back (sometime)
most times.
The worst
Is being trapped
By the passion,
When it seemed I’d won
the lottery.
Who can even tell
When the angry child
Raises the spectrum
or its angry fist
and won’t see
Blessed joy
—The Victim,
Sick of the fog.
Germany
it comes out of the tube.,
The tones all
Seek out
gray.
What means blood ?
Babe
Whats young and old
Babe?
unmatched in our land
Impossible to fault
A new poem by Jim Dine.
Impossible to fault
Jim Dine
you said “ I carry very
little shadow now “
for awhile i let it go.
Those childish voices
that expressed themselves
With the precision of darkness.
One evening , the great
Depression introduced herself
and she, using my body
Lived into an old age
According to the truth.
Parrot,
Can i work it with wax
And plaster
Again ?
Can i tool it
And re-scan it
Again ? Adding stuff
Like clay or gypsum,
Can we get it outside by Friday?
2 Hammers-
Can they be made so their heads
come off ?
Their handles break down
to 2 or 3 parts
and can I correct
in the machine?
When you see them move
Naturally like you do,
Then time stands still,
At the 90th birthday celebration,
Where all the people
I work with
Need some reality
And some need friends,
I make a list.
When you are intimate
You see evidence of
Personal privacy
it’s an obscure life
But not bound by the occasion.
January in Göttingen
A new poem by Jim Dine.
January in Göttingen
Jim Dine
Oranges, Clementines
The racing time of 1000 trees
Shaking their leaves to show
How free immigrants can be if only the auction house would ignore them,
And the others so smart and all knowing,
Castrate the idea of Bonnard and
Ink my hand black
a pink palm swaying in the Florida night
Before breakfast immortality.
without fat & air and feathers-
A simple watchers whim
The one hair left on his forearm—
There is no world like tonite !
Red & angry
The fingers
In the window
No knowledge of the end
Or the latest news—
The poem, describing the state
Of the Zinnias this morning
And with slowness
We target the white legions freezing out the good times.
The vision
Of plants and animals
The end, especially
The end.
There is
slowness, now
Lack of belly present
From old childhood.
variations abound
That’s a lot more specific
The strength in my thighs,
What about pain & stiffness………
January 2025