Date: 1968
"my mind a shuttle among / set strings of the music / lets a weft of dream grow in the day time, / an increment of associations, / luminous soft threads, / the thrown glamour, crossing and recrossing, / the twisted sinews underlying the work."
preview | full record— Duncan, Robert (1919-1988)
Date: 1972
"Is this passing madness / standing neck deep / in mudflats / tidetables / pasted / to the brain?"
preview | full record— Plumb, David
Date: 1981
"What's my head but a rat's nest / of dubious texts?"
preview | full record— Harwood, Gwen (1920-1995)
Date: 1985
"If the soul is just the story that it tells, then / Did his answer, his smile, / The way he took his comb out of his back pocket / And slicked his hair back, / Spite the soul with something like the soul?"
preview | full record— Levis, Larry Patrick (1946-1996)
Date: 1985
"The Self sounds like a guy raking leaves / Off his walk. It sounds like the scrape of the rake. / The soul is just a story the scraping tells."
preview | full record— Levis, Larry Patrick (1946-1996)