June Burial by John Jack Jackie (Edward) Cooper

The ides of giugno find me reading— of all things—Robert Lowell.The day is quite beautifuland cool (this pencil much too dark).Slept well. Refreshed. Therefrigerator is at last defrosted.I don’t know whatmoved me to remove Robert L.from the shelf—I won’t quibble.I’ve made my peacewith his equivocal hell.His sad tale strikes me nowas having been not spiritually diseasedbut tragically corporeal.A hulking man whose heart in a bowlhad overbrimmed … Continue reading June Burial by John Jack Jackie (Edward) Cooper

Dared Eagle by John Jack Jackie (Edward) Cooper

For the New Year I steel anger     from the gods,          fetch itto anneal with scorn, contrive thunder     to punish,          rain ignore,exchange fury flake by flake     snowbound burn intemperate fire     from the cold at heart. Abhorrent holiday     when festivity       omits its cause,          breaks tradition like stale bread     promises, toys,          possessions,precious gifts to retain in mind and hand —         all let go … finding death last question     birth first answer. Unweaned from most-     alien, human-          seemingrelation,    excepting … Continue reading Dared Eagle by John Jack Jackie (Edward) Cooper

Canicule by John Jack Jackie (Edward) Cooper

Shadows on a stationed camionseek refuge from the heat,its white carcass attracting them like flies,the avenue catches fire,and every car that flickers pastintensifies the flames.Still, passersby will keep this purgatory alive, despite intention to be somewhere —anywhere inside. I am inside,my particular hell a placewithout love, the longing for, revived. Continue reading Canicule by John Jack Jackie (Edward) Cooper

Quarantine, mon amour by John Jack Jackie (Edward) Cooper

i I look everywhere for solace but find none. The past seems more oppressive even than the present where I wallow speechless. Spring has finally come: the air is cheering and sunlit. Below, outside, from my window, I can see the people passing in lighter clothes, coats open, unbundled but for the white hospital masks they now wear reflexively—seemingly unmindful of the aberration, this mark … Continue reading Quarantine, mon amour by John Jack Jackie (Edward) Cooper

Ode to a Shrinking Head by John Jack Jackie (Edward) Cooper

Let me not to the marriage of true mindsAdmit impediments…      — William Shakespeare, “Sonnet 116” The unconscious lays its cardswith impediment from you;impetus of id, its sole objective;and, when it deals, does, no doubt,off the bottom of the deck. The bottom of the sea is where we’re bound;ship sinking meanwhile, run aground …Captain! O Captain! you mutter, guzzling salt straight out of the packet ―who replies … Continue reading Ode to a Shrinking Head by John Jack Jackie (Edward) Cooper

Simulacrum by John Jack Jackie (Edward) Cooper

It’s a Belmondo day, a morning À bout de souffle — “The Girl” giving away AM New York mumbles French. Disjunct, the sun, double- jointed like a thumb, traces ellipse, bound to the earth by suspicion, uncertain whereabouts, up to something no doubt, lost in thought. But now the tissue of clouds as illusion tears, letting color there be light, sound deafen exposure of black … Continue reading Simulacrum by John Jack Jackie (Edward) Cooper