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TWILIGHT CANTOS is a newly published book of poetry by Iván Argüelles, a poet from Berkeley CA. This marks the tenth book of his published by Luna Bisonte Prods since 2011 via the Lulu P.O.D. website.

Preview the beginning of the book at this direct link to Twilight Cantos
http://www.lulu.com/shop/iv%C3%A1n-arg%C3%BCelles/twilight-cantos/paperback/product-24189075.html

AFTERWORD to Twilight Cantos – written by Jack Foley

If—as Ivá­­­n Argüelles is doing—you publish a book at the age of eighty, you must be prepared for the possibility that it will be your last book, especially if you have experienced death at close hand in the form of a son and a twin brother who have—there is no better word—“gone.” “I have borne much,” writes this poet, “and for this have come to know / the archaic gods not in night dark / or in dreams but in broad noon-light.” Twilight Cantos. But this does not mean a diminishment in power. The actor James Cagney once remarked of George M. Cohan, whom he portrayed, “The creative drive was so strong in him, it must have given him no rest.” As we age, we discover that death is simultaneously a terror and an opener. It is the great secret that is withheld from youth. From the beautiful, askew opening line of this book, “as much are the years gone now as snow,” to the profound concluding speculations—“Is the world made in the shape of language?”; “A lifelong search for sound in meaning”—Twilight Cantos reaches into a darkness few books, few films, few songs, few symphonies, few paintings—few artists—even recognize. Argüelles has always been a powerhouse, but there is a lifetime singing in every line of this book:

 just so my body waking still another day full
conscious of emanations of light from the depths
and a scholastic philosophy hidden in the rose
will speak to the error and maze of taking steps
marble on one side and perforated sandstone
on the other where the goddess has grazed her heel

The one good thing that can be said about death is that it strengthens the will to live. You will find that will in all its linguistic glory on every page of Twilight Cantos.


Poetry by Iván Argüelles published by Luna Bisonte Prods:

THE SHAPE OF AIR: FRAGMENTS [2020]

TWILIGHT CANTOS [2019]

CIEN SONETOS [2018]

LAGARTO DE MI CORAZÓN [2018]

FRAGMENTS FROM A GONE WORLD [2017]

LA INTERRUPCIÓN CONVERSACIONAL [2016]

ORPHIC CANTOS [2015]

D U O   P O E M A T A : ILION—A TRANSCRIPTION & ALTERTUMSWISSENSCHAFT [2015]

FIAT LUX [2014]

A DAY IN THE SUN [2012]

ULTERIOR VISIONS [2011]

All these books are available at:

https://www.lulu.com/spotlight/lunabisonteprods

HINT: To do a Lulu search only for one author, look for BOOK CATEGORIES and click on POETRY, then you can use search function with the author’s name, etc.

3 Word Poems

Posted: June 14, 2019 in poetry, Uncategorized
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poem by cmbInteresting story about the center line of this poem: I stole it from my doctor’s office during my annual “wellness” exam. As I’m now 65, they gave me a memory test, asking me to remember those three words. After I performed a directed “activity” with pencil and paper, I was to recite those three words from memory. Now I ask you, who would NOT remember SUNSET BANANA CHAIR ? !! It’s a perfect 3 word poem.

What It Is

Posted: April 1, 2019 in Uncategorized
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no sword for time
no time for words
holding sway

come this 'way
a sway, a swab
a swoon of swans

flour   ice   plastic
sacks of dog poop
left in the street

my bag is yours
your bag is mine
left in the house

one inch, one foot
one foot, one yard
a yard full of toes

spun litter ragas
wipe away the toes of
all the toads in our yard

letters make a word
words make a poem
poems make a book

Fluxus Is
What It Is


C. Mehrl Bennett    April 1st, 2010

(In it's previous version
this poem was a booklet 
posted as mail art in March 2019)

VOODOO DOLL

Posted: February 16, 2019 in Uncategorized
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LAST NIGHT I DREAMED THE PRICE OF BEAUTIFUL FLESH TONED PERFUME

LATER, AT A PARTY, A FRIEND DREW A MAN WITH CUNTS ON HIS SKULL, THEN

I SPRAYED A NUDE MUGSHOT OF HIM OUTSIDE THE KITCHEN DOOR, AS A GIFT?

I DON’T KNOW

I REMEMBER A SKELETON PRICKING

THAT MAN’S SKULL WITH PINS

AS IF IT WAS A VOODOO DOLL

FOLLOWED BY

A WOMAN SMEARING ALFALFA SPROUTS

ONTO HER FRESHLY BARED BOOKS

I AWOKEIN A GUILTY SWEAT

AS IF THE WHOLE ROOM HAD

SEEN THE SKIN

PEEL OFF MY

COW

c. mehrl bennett 2/12/2019

CLICK or cut & paste this LULU address into your browser http://www.lulu.com/shop/iv%C3%A1n-arg%C3%BCelles/cien-sonetos/paperback/product-23952472.html

to preview CIEN SONETOS (One Hundred Sonnets – written in English) at the Luna Bisonte Prods website.


CIEN SONETOS by Iván Argüelles was published January 2019 with
a foreword poem by Jack Foley, an afterword of sonnet hacks by John M. Bennett, and
back cover comments by Jake Berry.

CLICK or cut & paste this WORDPRESS address into your browser: https://thewombwellrainbow.com/2019/01/20/wombwell-rainbow-interviews-ivan-arguelles/ then scroll down the page to read an interview by Paul Brookes, the editor of Wombwell Rainbow, with Berkeley CA poet, Iván Argüelles.

Wally and Wanda

Posted: February 5, 2018 in poetry, sound art
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Wally and Wanda

Day One:

Whistling windows wake Wanda

While whoozy Wally whizzes water

 

Wanda wonders

Why walruses want waxed walls?

Why wax walls when wine waits?

Walruses wait while Wally waltzes Wanda

 

Day Two:

Whirling wind wakes Wanda

While whoozy Wally whizzes water

 

Wanda wonders

Why walruses whine

When Wally winks?

Wine waits while waxed walls wane

 

Day Three:

Whittling walruses wake Wanda

While whoozy Wally whizzes water

 

Wanda wonders

Why walruses whittle waxed walls?

Why wank Wally’s willy when wine waits?

Wally wakes when Wanda wanders

 

Day Four, Five, Six, etc.?

Water will whizz

 

C. Mehrl Bennett  2/5/2018  [Revised 5/31/2018 to mark the days/daze]

comma fish

In Honor of Insignificance and My Third Eye

(k)Not left shoe or right arm but a finger sent on approval /
Control Your Artifices Transmog Martian Girl /
Old hat, still fluxing Spinga rabbits /
Boiling Bartok with a Radio Foot /
Ask A Cow of an Imaginary Color /
Them Those Hem Hose while Facing East /
Ohio Audio Chat: A Square is A Circle /
Dream Poems of Warhol Wednesdays /
With Woof, A Rose is A Nose /
Asemic Ying Yang and Wiggling Xs go together /
Drunken Spray leads to an eXcess of Lichen Smoke /
On this paper, Rotting Meat of Dangling Fools /
ILL NOISE is Not For Sale /
Make Art, Not Cents, Comma Fish /
The Triumph of Death – Ah Ha, Chicken! /
“I am Not A Tooth”, she said, as we conversed on the Edge of The Universe /

— C. Mehrl Bennett 2017