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1. Good to see that God’s sweeter creatures have made you a more humble man.

   bella

   May 17, 2009 at 1:10 pm
2. A photographer friend sent me your link

   I wanted you to know I’m addicted. Also wanted to let you know that during NaPoMo (National Poetry Writing Month) I led a writing group and for our last poem of the month — I chose your photographs from India’s Sunderbans for inspiration for the group. The photos moved people to write some great shit.

   Bless.

   lisa

   May 23, 2009 at 1:28 pm
3. lisa, if you have a video of that, you wouldn’t believe how curious i am. poetry and canepari have been known to disagree. on the other hand, trainwrecks and canepari seem to go hand in hand.

   canepari

   May 24, 2009 at 3:43 am
4. what is a poem if not a good trainwreck right? —
   something you don’t really want to see but can’t pull away from.

   it’s a virtual group — with members from all over the world. i’ll ask to see if they’d let me share.

   Here are three of mine (keeping in mind NaPoMo is about writing poem no matter how bad –without editing — one every day of the month, she says re-reading them now hesitantly).

   A few of us wrote several days of canepari, actually. People really liked the camel men too. Several camel men poems.

   April 27th Sunderbans 1

   Maybe the child’s mother calls her Moongphali.
   Maybe the tiger is crouched in the grass.
   Maybe Moongphali’s mother told her to roll up like a peanut.

   Maybe all our lives are as dangerous

   as a mother and daughter’s netting prawns in the tigered shadows of the Sunderbans.

   Sunderbans 2 April 28

   Is Zackary Canepari cold like the snap of his camera lens — steely like a bullet to a maimed horse?

   If together we saw the pocked scars left by tiger jaws
   or blinded ourselves with the broken shafts of sunset

   would we need to fuck ourselves sweaty
   to forget the pain of such terrible beauty?

   a torn elegy of images, April 30

   Weren’t we all small brown children wrapped
   in swathes of pink and blue
   just yesterday

   then running barefoot on the dirt street
   playing our brand of cricket —
   remembering to loose our dreams

   I will always follow you

   inside the heads of animals —
   or all the way to Normandy

   don’t leave me

   alone to wonder of the angels swirled in your smoke.
   Did you catch the falling man?
   When Jade went missing — all green faded from view.

   There is so much more

   I will always follow you
   like a honey collector to the forest –
   where when we rest

   and forget about wrestling tigers
   we’ll instead weave wreathes of baby’s breath
   to crown their majestic heads.

   lisa

   May 24, 2009 at 1:55 pm
5. wow. wow. um. wow. yes. ok. hmm. um. well. yes. ok.

   moongphali especially.

   canepari

   May 25, 2009 at 6:02 am
6. WOW

   AF

   May 25, 2009 at 8:51 am
7. amazing. can’t wait to see how you guys expound on the puppy drool series. really great stuff. The sincerity shining even brighter juxtaposed with this site’s usual healthy dose of heavy sarcasm. thanks for sharing

   laz

   May 25, 2009 at 2:25 pm
8. Lisa! More poems! More poems! They’re wonderful.

   bella

   May 26, 2009 at 6:56 pm