weird thing about the blog is that it can only 'publish' a serial poem backwards, bit by bit - but here beginneth Testamenta, some of which appeared in the Australian version of Jacket, and some was read at St Mark's Poetry Project in New York (a shared reading with Fanny Howe) a couple of years ago, and some now will appear here. . .
whatever
done by one’s own hand
sky closes for day opens for night
one-winged
one-eyed what object
under the sun suing a one-sided
axiom of
grief how different it
was
on your return silver gulls fly
out
of cloud
into cloud at day’s
end to have caught
yourself
at the
few times when your shadow
is equal to your height with
turtledove’s
single wing spread out
to dry I
Nicolas Jenson
alien
& printer of books
Venice
September 1480 hold one arm
out over
his death it’s not
possible to change the subject