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No Bones To Carry PDF
No Bones To Carry PDF
by James Penha
New Sins Press
Copyright © 2007 by James Penha
First Edition
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ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
DEDICATION
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No Bones To Carry
Sumatra Morning 7
Magma 9
Road Maps 10
Kamoro Creation Myth 12
Perne In A Gyre 13
Archipelago 15
The Next Wave 16
Universitas Jalanan 18
Tiger Hill's Thousand-Man Rock: Two Etymologies 20
Song Of The Siamangs 22
One Village Waits 23
Halftone 26
Sic Transit Gloria 27
Clay, Ever Clay 29
Sentence 31
The War Cemetery At Kanchanaburi, Thailand 32
Evapoetry 34
The Fossil Knower 35
Sun Flowers And Dry Paint 36
Bars Poetica 39
Chu Yuan In Exile 40
Impressionists Face East 43
Japanese Calligraph 44
Son Of Borneo 45
The Fighter 47
Setia 49
Santri Boy 52
Essential Gesture 53
Tadpole On A Lily Pad 55
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On The Raya Road 56
Ibu 58
Because Few Morning Gales Fly Through 60
Red and White: Can the Blues be Far Behind? 62
Strategy For Victory 65
After The Fall The Fall 67
Lessons From A Chinese Painter 68
No Bones To Carry 69
Rimbaud's Revisions 70
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No Bones To Carry
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Sumatra Morning
26 December 2004
Palms at sunrise:
The wiser trees torture
coconuts
with their soaring.
Beached . . .
Borne . . . Petrified
Would
Will
Watch
“Have you the time?”
Ours.
Riptide of will
reminds the womb
of was.
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I splay and founder,
lean upon
the salt to reach
the shore,
hold fast against prologue.
Sailboats sit
in the eyes of the breeze.
I cannot
outrace
the start.
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Magma
In molten essence
are the secrets
of life and death,
Dr. Frankenstein.
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Road Maps
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I a little part in a play,
and my mother added up the prices in the pamphlets.
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Kamoro Creation Myth
Papua, Indonesia
Folded
upon myself
like a concertina
in spiration
within the great crocodile
I play
my hands and hum
to tickle the inner belly
of the beast until it laughs
me straight out into the river
where I am born
to think of you.
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Perne In A Gyre
News Of A Day In The Third Millennium
A skull
found in New York
where it had rolled
unnoticed
amidst gray bones for decades
in a fossil shop
near the Natural History Museum
authorities say is a Java hominid
with news of our evolution
perhaps one
million years old
in his late twenties
crushed at its base
from a rock perhaps
or a club that killed
him whose skull this was.
The skull
wanting now its jaws
authorities will remove with care
to its home in Indonesia
where skulls
with larger brains
no less crushed
on posts round pyres
of the afterbirth
of civilization’s newest
nation swaddled suddenly
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by its authorities
who had watched timorously a generation’s labor
until water broke
and jaws dropped.
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Archipelago
waves.
Mothers
mourn their children; they keen
in perfect pitch.
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The Next Wave
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from the sign
this shore
belonged to the corporation.
Some day they said
I could apply for a job as a poolboy
or a porter. My little girl
they said would find work for sure.
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Universitas Jalanan (University Of The Streets)
Jakarta, Friday, 13 November 1998.
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Sons and daughters
face the citadel; they taunt
the politicians; they stick
their pointer fingers in the barrels
of guns. The soldiers:
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Tiger Hill’s Thousand-Man Rock:
Two Etymologies
or . . .
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a thousand of them
from the Rock
no one knew
hid the tomb of Wu.
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Song Of The Siamangs
in South Sumatra
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One Village Waits
At the bridge
above the Batang Toru rapids
the neighborhood children
tiered in trees
like spider monkeys in their jungle
heard their fathers
called Kommunist as
the word came to the village
to mean men hammered
and hacked by the new order
of things. Ding
dong the witch is
dead in Batang Toru.
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No, spider monkeys would have objected
in striking discords.
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One waits
as it watches
those who net in the gorge
and dine on the fish
that fed on its guts
and hearts.
One waits
for the souls of its selves devoured
to rise against their hosts
to be devoured again
by time
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Halftone
Kurdistan, Between Iraq and Turkey, 1991
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Sic Transit Gloria
The Voyage of Captain Cook 1768-1791
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and a dessert of succulent local
fruits and princesses.
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Clay, Ever Clay
Embedded with the terracotta army in Xi’an, China
A king
of perfect practicality
uniting a wall to build
one empire in his name, Qin
was certain to construct eternity
for himself.
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when they smelled soil
in the presence of the emperor.
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Sentence
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The War Cemetery At Kanchanaburi, Thailand
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and to scour the ruined Railway
to retrieve the bodies of the mates who built it
and built in turn a chain of cemeteries
along the Burma Road like this above
the new bridge on the River Kwai.
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Evapoetry
in Beijing
To write poetry
on the walk
of the summer palace
is an exercise
of body and soul.
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The Fossil Knower
an old pantun from a Java man
Alive pyramidically
now I am not man not woman,
a resolution only in shadow
that drapes me, obscures conflict.
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Sun Flowers And Dark Paint
A painter
who cannot afford paint
will wash his brushes,
keep them clean.
Li turned on them
and walked for days.
Collapsing with fatigue
and hunger,
he found shade
and seeds
in a grove of wild sun flowers.
Idly scraping the stalks’ skins
with his thumbnail,
he uncovered a snow-white wood
that wanted sculpting.
Li peeled hundreds of stalks
for hundreds of days until
he learned to sliver a paint-thin
density to fashion
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back beneath the brushes
art:
a snow-wood locust
gnaws a bamboo leaf
a caterpillar descends
a branch of a cherry tree
A painter
who cannot afford paint
cannot afford to see
the world
upside down.
So Li’s caterpillars
turned upward with a flip of a frame
and rabbits munched where
locusts once plagued his world,
and Li sold snow-wood enough
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to capture the truth
elsewhere
with brushes and paint.
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Bars Poetica
at Cafe Batavia, Old Jakarta, Indonesia
Poets deserve
to nestle in the wings
of leather armchairs
before imperial glories
and heavenly flights
of grand stairways
reflecting crystal and gold
because we cannot see stairs
untrodden, mirrors
faceless, flowers
uninspired, napkins
free of lipstick, creams, and sauces, air
clear of clove-scented fumes, or glasses
half empty.
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Chu Yuan In Exile
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Flowers have no scents
for kings who will not see—
the blindness of mirrors.
Anonymity
for gibbons on perfumed
arms sheltering of pine.
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The Xiang drinks winter’s end—
torrents pass the pine;
dark tears among the thaw.
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Impressionists Face East
I.
Cézanne scaled Mont Sainte-Victoire
with cicadas and characters of Japan;
he scripted birds in high Islam
to fly against brushed trees branched
with letters mim and kaf.
II.
Having unwrapped Monsieur Hubert’s
delivery of ripe tomatoes,
Monet swept the fruit aside
from the grocer’s crinkled paper
to find a fish by Hiroshige
out of watercolor fresh.
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Japanese Calligraph
At Sekigahara in 1600
Tokugawa Ieyasu vanquished the hopes
of General Ishiko Ujikatsu
at whom he now stared
with the point of his sword.
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Son Of Borneo
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“Now I hunt monkeys
and in the city
I set a dart in my wallet,
an offering
for the thieves.”
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The Fighter
so that he sees
only a narrow letterbox
of wet and brown
with no perspective how
handily a fist
will wallop him again.
Long since
the fractured nose
has ceased
its roar.
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Hold. Hold.
So he commands
no shallow even reservoir
of energy
to amass a last
mean flurry
to thrill the crowd,
but moves the other
to end this
finally
for him.
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Setia
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and catch baby crocodile in my net.
We eat not crocodile
when the fish are many,
so I throw it back in water,
but I hear cry like baby orang,
human baby.
I fish more, and again net bring crocodile
to my boat,
and again I hold its tail to throw in River,
when I see it cry. And then of course I know
crocodile is twin, is person.”
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“We call her Setia.” (Faithfulness,
Ferdy translated.) “And she thank my family
with luck and fortune.”
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Santri Boy
on a street in Jakarta
He smiles to me
with teeth gleaming
ignorant of bracing science
and with palms not out but closed
upon his cross-legged knees
a cross-hatched shirt threadbare
from years of immaculating
destruction against rocks and washboards
in water just as hard
as life it seems to me
his shorts as thin as his legs.
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Essential Gesture
At four
Eric waited no more,
waved an arm
to the silent family farm
and lost
himself in the bush
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to cheer
the boy’s return
to his room
where he lies
napping
and rolling
a finger over the scabrous
mapping
of twig
and tongue
and claw.
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Tadpole On A Lily Pad
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On The Raya Road
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I assure him I am here,
but I am here,
and magic there
is no superstition.
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Ibu
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but as I wait for her son
to go with me to the plane,
I hope her gentleness
on my arm is not fear
but affection
and that her farewell
knows no irony.
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Because Few Morning Gales Fly Through
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as we had put our fingers in the kennels
to find the pup who’d lick.
Two knew the verse
and we were told they’d sing
each to each if together separated in our yard.
We sprang them
and we—
we kept on singing.
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Red And White: Can The Blues Be Far Behind?
a song of myself after Walt Whitman
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my desire out
of order.
I am given up by traitors,
I talk wildly, I have lost my wits, I and nobody else am the
greatest traitor . . .
We live
in sight of democratic vistas younger than America’s was
to Walt
where the shaman prays to Jesus,
where the boy in the Osama tee wears a New York Yankee
cap,
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where the transsexual songstress pilgrimmed in Mecca,
where the Iraqi refugee cannot believe I oppose a war
that he is hungry for,
where the Afghans waiting for Australia to freeze over
before they are allowed in wonder
why I would possibly live in the developing world
for love
or money,
where the handlers of the land and the oil
have dealt a few handsome blackjacks
and millions of losing hands
where the shadows of the puppets loom large.
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Strategy For Victory
Counter Insurgency in the Borneo Bush
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even our longhouse at will with the power
of transparency. Or they take the form
of rats and devour all we rely on and live for.
There. You see.”
I saw the rats. “Why don’t you
trap them?”
“If they were rats,
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After The Fall The Fall
or must we wait
for the awful sound
after ignored mushrooms
under parasols blanched
by the drift
that compresses
of the avalanche?
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Lessons From A Chinese Painter
Lesson One
To paint Cold Mountain
in great detail
I meticulously sketch before
I judge
and adjust;
I erase and revise.
One landscape
can take
a season.
Lesson Two
To paint Cold Mountain
with a free hand,
sense and soul,
its place,
in a moment,
takes a lifetime.
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No Bones To Carry
When elephants
come upon the frame
of an elephant
bleached white
in the sun
they wind their trunks around it,
raise chunks to their heads.
They look at their past
and their future,
and sometimes they hook their trunks
through a cavity in the skull
or twist them tightly round long bones
and carry them off
as souvenirs.
Memory
evolves slowly
among animals
who never
forget.
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Rimbaud’s Revisions
He might have dodged his way back to Semarang through
the forests and the hill country . . . But since Rimbaud has
stepped outside the . . . web of the Dutch Colonial Army,
he disappears at this point [in 1876].
—Graham Robb, Rimbaud
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trembling on an imperial wave
of death he does not dare to scan
and so he strips again
the uniform in folds with the bones
of Java men, wraps a sarong
round his waist and walks a week
to trade his pay and a fiction
in Semarang harbor
for one wandering chief
off to a land of even darker complexion
to reform and recite.
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