{"id":807,"date":"2010-07-05T16:09:31","date_gmt":"2010-07-05T21:09:31","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/fullofcrow.com\/poetry\/?p=807"},"modified":"2010-07-05T16:09:31","modified_gmt":"2010-07-05T21:09:31","slug":"jim-benz","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.fullofcrow.com\/poetry\/2010\/07\/jim-benz\/","title":{"rendered":"Jim Benz"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><strong><em>Movements of the Body<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong><em>Divided Tongues<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong><em><br \/>\n<\/em><\/strong><br \/>\n<strong><a href=\"http:\/\/www.fullofcrow.com\/poetry\/wp-content\/uploads\/2010\/07\/borderdiv.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignnone size-full wp-image-880\" title=\"borderdiv\" src=\"http:\/\/www.fullofcrow.com\/poetry\/wp-content\/uploads\/2010\/07\/borderdiv.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"200\" height=\"9\" \/><\/a><br \/>\n<\/strong><br \/>\n<em><br \/>\n<em> <\/em><\/em><\/p>\n<p><em><em><strong>Movements of the Body<\/strong><\/em><\/em><\/p>\n<p>A world, a green shaded lamp, glowing<br \/>\nas an internal structure of text,<br \/>\ndelights in the tongue-slip of words,<br \/>\nexplains that the particular conditions of women<br \/>\nhave no logic, no material, and because of that<br \/>\nin the dark with the moon drenched<br \/>\noutside his door, a tiny narcissus<br \/>\npushes off from the underside of water.<br \/>\nThe implication is that in language<br \/>\nthere is no connection between us,<br \/>\nour provocative glimpse of shared meaning<br \/>\nfaces the harbor, a ruined palace.<br \/>\nWe are connected by telephone.<br \/>\nUntil now, you have not been speaking.<br \/>\n<em><\/em><br \/>\n<strong><a href=\"http:\/\/www.fullofcrow.com\/poetry\/wp-content\/uploads\/2010\/07\/borderdiv.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignnone size-full wp-image-880\" title=\"borderdiv\" src=\"http:\/\/www.fullofcrow.com\/poetry\/wp-content\/uploads\/2010\/07\/borderdiv.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"200\" height=\"9\" \/><\/a><br \/>\n<\/strong><br \/>\n<em><br \/>\n<\/em><\/p>\n<p><em><em><strong>Divided Tongues<\/strong><\/em><\/em><\/p>\n<p>Rehearse, if you will. Eat slowly. I mean,<br \/>\nmangez lentement. Where was the meal<br \/>\nthat you mentioned? I am learning to cook.<br \/>\nDid I recite &#8220;I am a saint and a drifter?\u201d<br \/>\n<em><\/em><br \/>\nCeci ne rend pas le bouillon amer.<br \/>\n<em><\/em><br \/>\nNot unintelligent or unthinkable. I dreamt<br \/>\nof Alpaca. At the front door. It was neither turkey<br \/>\nbones nor eating. It was yesterday. Its eyes<br \/>\nwere sentient and disturbing. I felt a draft.<br \/>\n<em><\/em><br \/>\n&#8220;There is nothing to chew because if it were chewed<br \/>\nit would be chewed over.&#8221;<br \/>\n<em><\/em><br \/>\nI am learning to boil potatoes. You<br \/>\nare cooking in French. Une tasse<br \/>\nd&#8217;aubergine coup\u00e9e. A knife kissing a fork.<br \/>\nWe smile. You are radiant.<br \/>\n<em><\/em><br \/>\nYou hate to swallow what I have eaten.<br \/>\n<em><\/em><br \/>\nThe female child was gifted. She had no choice.<br \/>\nAvez-vous mang\u00e9 la corneille noire?<br \/>\nWe have forgotten our reason for living<br \/>\nby the kitchen window (a question of manners.)<\/p>\n<p><em><em><em>Jim Benz lives in Minneapolis MN with his wife, two cats, and a dog. His poems have appeared in a variety of print and online journals, including (most recently) <\/em><em>Daily <\/em><em>Haiku, <\/em><em>DIAGRAM, <\/em><em>Caper Literary Journal, and <\/em><em>Blackbox Manifold.<\/em><\/em><\/em><\/p>\n<p><em><em><em><strong> <\/strong><\/em><\/em><\/em><\/p>\n<p><em><em><em> <\/em><\/em><\/em><\/p>\n<p><em><em><em><br \/>\n<\/em><\/em><\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Movements of the Body Divided Tongues Movements of the Body A world, a green shaded lamp, glowing as an internal structure of text, delights in the tongue-slip of words, explains that the particular conditions of women have no logic, no material, and because of that in the dark with the moon drenched outside his door, [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[8],"tags":[37],"class_list":["post-807","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-july-2010","tag-jim-benz"],"yoast_head":"<!-- This site is optimized with the Yoast SEO plugin v24.2 - 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