Project Tapestry
Copyright 2000 e. blakemore
(Tapestry threads)

I have a damaged bard's gene...


I have a damaged bard's gene.

I discovered it when these pointless images

forced themselves into my sleep.

I tried to kill it

with drink, with drugs, with a thousand deaths

from a deficit culture.

A word as good as a gun

to put an end to sense, the rational trap.

I have been damaged

by freight trains fraught with meaning,

loaded with consumer electronics


the ground is a ship in Norway.


I never learned the system of trees and animals

never the code that makes a poem a sooth.

A damaged language that hasn’t the time to digest

the culture it's devoured,

This is what I have to work with —

a system of mirrors

and a system of angers.

Trapped within, consumed by systems

that have no organic origin,

and experts who know that the origins

themselves have no meanings. To learn

to edit   to rewrite    to rework    to remake

to mar    to score    to detest    to defect.

Death has many trademarks

too many people, who die, who kill, who fall

into categories, or into the literal pits.

(song from a version of china)