Joe Amato

darkacre

dominion granted over darkacre
in perpetuity      measured
from the northeast corner
of the deconsecrated church past
memory      to the ancient
oak somehow immune
from hewing at the northwest
to the limit of the decommissioned
reactor to the southwest
to the ruins of the capitol
of empire lost
to the southeast      and not
from the river (for that changes with rain, with flood)
and not from the coast (for that changes with every tide)
and including airspace
straight up to the heavens
with stars for metes and bounds
and straight down to the heavens’
opposite      to the molten core
dominion granted in perpetuity for as long as
a fertile octogenarian can pass it on

Greg Hewett, Darkacre (2010)

If love truly is going out of fashion forever, which I do not believe, then along with our nurtured indifference to each other will be an even more contemptuous indifference to each others’ objects of reverence   I thought it was Iggy Stooge, you thought it was Joni Mitchell or whoever else seemed to speak for your own private, entirely circumscribed situation’s many pains and few ecstasies. We will continue to fragment in this manner, because solipsism holds all the cards at present; it is a king whose domain engulfs even Elvis’s. But I can guarantee you one thing: we will never again agree on anything as we agreed on Elvis. So I won’t bother saying good-bye to his corpse   I will say good-bye to you.

Lester Bangs, Village Voice, 29 August 1977