note to "Covering Creeley's The Flower"
I recall vividly experiencing a rift in the space time continuum when i first stumbled upon Robert Creeley's "The Flower".
Covering as in cover version and also as in keeping safe.
Creeley's "The Flower" is embedded in its entirety in "Covering Creeley's The Flower" and his poem reads as follows:
The Flower
I think I grow tensions
like flowers
in a wood where
nobody goes.
Each wound is perfect,
encloses itself in a tiny
imperceptible blossom,
making pain.
Pain is a flower like that one,
like this one,
like that one,
like this one.
