ditch,

the poetry that matters

Alexander Jorgensen

Alexander Jorgensen has lived and worked in such disparate places as the Czech Republic, the Galapagos Archipelago, China, and Kazakhstan. His visual poetry and writings have appeared in such publications as Van Gogh's Ear, Noon: Journal of the Short Poem, Moria, Drunken BoatThe Return of Kral Majales: Prague's International Literary Renaissance 1990-2010, The Last Vispo Anthology, and "Letters to a Younger Poet," correspondences with the late Robert Creeley, appears in Jacket#31. 
Additionally, his visual poems have been exhibited in such cities as Toronto, Atlanta, Moscow, and Prague. He currently resides in Ibri, Oman.

 

Two Angels Picking Fruit (on a Chilly N.E. Day)

                                                            mel•
                                                            on seed

                              spat to
                              the street &

                                                            skipping
                                                                       rope

                              past, farmland

                                                                       needn't carve: said

                                                            any surface

                                                                                          1 &
                                                                                2
                                                                                &

                                                 words
                                                 words
                                                 words &

                                                      ((SHHHHH))

 

 

 

North Boston Dinner Party

            Every one
gone round—but a half.

13 people at that table.

                                      Mother,
Sicilian; father, Italian (and there—
the difference).

                          Much’s uncertain
                          —alas
—for these things idle
are humming.

             “Parity,” he wrote:
             “was never in existence.”

             “But assisted me (this given)
             by removing whichever anything
                         needed to go away.”


             And must
convince 12 other people
you’re worthy of that—
                                        (though it
might not be so old
and still desirable) last piece.

 

 

"Opposite/Where I Stood-"
Amid Bagsu's monsoon rains, kibbutzim, umbrellas, & Himalaya's nocturnals—

&went round
&round

round&round
 
diameter,cir-
cumference,space
in which
could—
 
smal-
ler&
smaller
 
&smaller
getting so
it went
 
round&
round
 
room: 5 meters
x5m("Cut-knot,
the—")
 
windows bar-
red&door
in the corner—
 
"Wha-? Don'stop!
Did I tell yuh to stop?"
 
opposite
where I stood—
 

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