Hamilton's Dark Dreambox

Through a glass, darkly

I really can't stress enough how much I like this book. At moments I get a similar feeling to that feeling I first got when reading Michael Palmer's SUN for the first time.

This is a must read. If you like it or not is beside the point of what Alfred Starr Hamilton was trying to do with language.

Thanks to The Song Cave editors (Ben Estes, Alan Felsenthal), Mary Austin Speaker, and everyone else who had anything to do with this.

http://books.the-song-cave.com/post/48136016043/a-dark-dreambox-of-another-kind-the-poems-of

Here are a few poems: 

SUMMER

 

Why didn’t you say an inkstand

Why didn’t you say all of this was for the blue sky

Why didn’t you say a sheet of writing paper was for a cloud


 

JANUARY PARLOR

 

But a snowflake stayed on one’s lips

I talked to a golden jar of white roses

That stayed in the January parlor

 

A CARROT

 

I wanted to find a little yellow candlelight in the garden

 

WHERE RESIDES THE SINEWY LIZARD

 

At the back of the skull Tonight I knew of the House

That lodged the living muscle that clung to the starlight

 

HOME OR ABROAD

 

Why didn’t you say the stars were in her eyes

Why didn’t you say the cloud was over the sun

Why didn’t you say every cloud has a silver lining

Why didn’t you say the sun comes shining through

Why didn't you say you were for peace

 

Why didn’t you stay home

Why didn’t you say there was thunder over the grass

Why didn’t you count the stumbling blocks over again

Why didn’t you say your elbow was on fire

Why didn’t you say you were for freedom

 

Why didn’t you say you were stupefied

Why didn’t you say you were dumbfounded

Why weren’t you confounded

Why didn’t you say the sun was for the looking glass

Why didn’t you say a cloud just now has passed over the looking glass