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Paul Legault
It’s my lunch hour, so I take the A
for one stop to Dumbo where there are no
cabs — but you. It’s methy
down under The Bridge
where J can be spotted and things are
glistening outside the grilled cheese place,
and that google car that passed just passes
on. Now they’ll keep you here forever — exposed
bricks, candied bacon, depicted on some
avenue where I can return to later floating
above you like a drone. Don’t walk on
grates. Don’t jump out of moving
cabs. I hear death gets bigger
at the invitation of the East River we
are always crossing. Luckily, the train Charon’s
                            conducting hit a jumper, delaying its return
to the other Main Street. This place
blows when you work in it. You want to stop like
the waterfall they uninstalled over there.
Negro Modelo after Modelo Especial. Enough
toothless babies to found a more stylish Rome,
a modern one, raised by pugs, full of halfsmiles
in double-wide strollers. Yes,
suddenly, I will never be a morning person. It’s 1:11. It’s
a day I don’t want to be: Monday.
                            Neon on neon is a
great lifestyle choice, as Ben might
write, if I were him. A Japanese photo shoot and
I stopped because of you in the
corner of this rehabbed picnic area.
Federico Garcia Lorca is in NY again
and can’t leave the Library this time. I want
foxdogs to always be trending. Quick, put my mouth
inside of your mouth.
                            There are months until the Puerto
Rican Day Parade, and our neighbors on Starr St.
make their windows into flags. Call me
Bunny. Then, never let me die.
Then, give me Amy back.
Earth is full of you as ever. Everything, nothing,
and just one thing is happening
past the nude photo books at powerHouse
and the posters for Spring Breakers.
The horrors of your life happen here
which is to say nothing. You’ll have
used to work here. Now people keep
showing up who won’t have to.
                               A thing we are doing
and a good thing is quitting. My hand’s in your
pocket, Frank O’Hara.
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‘A FUNERAL CRY AT NOON’: LOUIS MACNEICE’S CARRICKFERGUS REVISITED
 

"It was Carrickfergus—the names, variously, of an old Irish folksong, the MacNeice poem, the eight-hundred-year-old town named after a basalt outcrop (Carrick) and a leprotic king (Fergus) in search of a cure—that lured me to the east coast of Northern Ireland. I doubt there is an Irish singer of note who hasn’t recorded a version of the song. Twenty years ago, it was played in St. Patrick’s Old Cathedral, New York, at the memorial service for John F. Kennedy Jr., his wife, Carolyn Bessette Kennedy, and her sister, Lauren G. Bessette, who died together when the light aircraft he was piloting went down. In the recording I have, Van Morrison sings: 'I wish I had you in Carrickfergus, / Only for nights in Ballygrand, / I would swim over the deepest ocean.'"

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"He probably introduced the poems with something about unusual words and whether we knew what juniper and pied meant. But I wasn’t listening. I was reading: “One must have a mind of winter… junipers shagged with ice … rough in the distant glitter,” and wondering what it felt like to be cold so long that your mind turned wintery and you felt like a snowman. I was repeating silently to myself over and over that mysterious, solemn, slow last line. “The nothing that is not there and the nothing that is.” Nothing and nothing at the far-end of a long sentence and an un-foot-printed walk through the snow."

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