FROM FAULT TREE
By kathryn l. pringle
a perforation appearing, i,
wrenched in pain, spoke words
each one dropping from my new hole
soon the atoms of other’s words fell
but no one saw
this happened in the future
in the future when i am alive
the words were elements
each atom making up the word was the word itself
so if one spewed of hate
one built hate
and if another spewed of immobility
one was static
i spewed time
and time became itself
kathryn l. pringle is the author of one book: RIGHT NEW BIOLOGY (Factory School) and two chapbooks: The Stills (Duration Press) and Temper and Felicity are Lovers.(TAXT). Her work can also be found in the anthology Conversations at the Wartime Cafe: A Decade of War (Conversations at the Wartime Cafe Press/ WODV Press) and in the forthcoming anthology I’ll Drown My Book: Conceptual Writing by Women (Les Figues).
Editor’s Note: kathryn l. pringle is the winner of Omnidawn’s 2011 First/Second Poetry Book Contest. Previous winners include Paul Legault and Michelle Taransky. Today’s selection grapples with what it is to be a creator of the written word, with the price one pays in the currency of oneself in the act of writing, and the elements that comprise the written word: those of matter and of time.
A Note About the Omnidawn Series: Today’s post concludes the Omnidawn Series here on the Saturday Poetry Series on As It Ought To Be. It has been a pleasure to share these forward-thinking poets with you. I hope you will support this important press by buying their books and reading the cutting-edge work that they are sharing with the world.