Random for Onedit: Reading Deanna Ferguson's 'Edith & Enid'
We're having a grand-ole time ransacking ("'Co-mates (co-mates?)") the wonderful early (early?) online journal onedit, now-defunct (defunct?), sadly. Anyhow, our time is grand ole ESPECIALLY for the existence of "Edith & Enid," by Vancouver poet Deanna Ferguson. Here's some but not all, and don't stop reading when you jump here. Editor Tim Atkins, do this again? We mean, issue 6 alone counts Clark Coolidge, Andrea Brady, Sean Bonney, Ferguson, Merrill Gilfillan, Kent Johnson, Tom Raworth and...Raymond Queneau, so, obviously this is the best thing going (taste is everything, right, didn't Duchamp say that?), and it's over.
An excerpt from Ferguson's:
way way way over there lies a pathless road
with jaws out thrust (jaws?) pull up your rig on the rocks
wherever masses shiver and dodos are
on and off sailing off the cuffs
duly dutied to pawn the prophet's prime commune
and sullen night holds fast the clouded moon
and warm trembling beneath his flesh
and bent straining sweeps roar around a sea
so long, all me, my other, comforter