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by Linda Lerner |
| the trouble with Eden The trouble with the Fall the whole adam and Eve business and Eden that was lost is that it wasn't not really not lost once & for all: if it were oh, if only it were... the real curse is that as Thomas's metaphysical owls are bearing our childhoods away in the night of our ignorance there remains all the others: childhood of first love and first again and past where we ever imagined better more glorious and the owls...the owls lurking behind every kiss every arthritic erotic move... the trouble with Eden and the garden that was ours from a window in brownstone Brooklyn was the window we had to smash kept smashing through to it all that invisible blood to wipe off tree-lined neighborhood i called home long before love... blame my ignorance as much as landlord greed sent me packing memories along with the books and furniture of the last time and the time before that... outside my window in tribeca I watch somebody else's Eden being noisily demolished, and just out of reach from the jackhammer's jaws virtual real as the original so it is: what keeps us riding the breath is the trouble with the fall and Eden that was lost after 9/11... we bandage our wounds, patches so small, an inch on lapels no one calls it armor, painted on hard hats draped across doorways windows, it is dragged thru homeless streets on a shopping cart... before we risk boarding a bus train inconspicuously, out of the corner of our eye, just a speck, but yes....there we wrap our heads and bodies in it to stop the invisible bleeding that rivers thru this city.... look up! see it billow in the toxic wind... who will dare to touch it? our armor is made of fire it is made of god |
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