Peter Conner

I have to get online just to add Peter Conner's "Bite the Pomegranate", it's an incredible piece in Diagram issue 6.1 here.

Usually I don't like poems that make statements or do biblical style language, but this was a good use of the tropes. There are so many layer's of meaning, the whole thing is great, especially the ending. It's very creepy, very aware of mortality, as the other pieces by him are, but in a way that sucks you in. Like Mads Mikkelsen's face.

I love the opening, which I'll excerpt, and other lines:

The juice of a red pomegranate seed impregnated by the memory of its mother branch in the family grave. 
My pledge to you is exactly equal to the sum [...]           
                                                                                                                                                                Heal 
thy self. Love the shadowy movement of thine own imagination. Eat your fruit. Fall from trees.