José Angel Araguz
 

Naos Explains Everything
Via Crumbs


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Introduction

 

Hansel and Gretel and Naos walked into the woods...
 

...which is to say we're treading on familiar ground, fables, proverbs, aphorisms, crumbs...


...come to think of it, I believe this should start: One day a poet, an editor, and two other editors walked into a submission together and Naos started his explaining...


...crumb to think of it...


...then Naos turned to the kids and said: You're really making a mess of things, but at least the birds behind us are happy...


...and one editor said: There should be a poem called Naos Explains Everything...


...and the outcrumb is Naos staring at his kitchen table until everything explains itself to him...


...a poet, a reader, and Naos walk into an introduction...


...and so I continue to follow where Naos leads to...


...and you're welcome to crumb along...

 

José Angel Araguz, somewhere in the woods of western Oregon, 2017

 

José Angel Araguz

Naos Explains Everything
Via Crumbs

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This is a

 

right hand pointing

chapbook

poems by José Angel Araguz

copyright © 2017 by José Angel Araguz

 

 

 

José Angel Araguz

Naos Explains Everything
Via Crumbs

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(i)

 

 

 

a crumb becomes so               

broken from a whole—

 

from the meeting of mother    father               we

                        crumb

 

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Via Crumbs

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(ii)

 

cremated or buried, all            one leaves behind

are crumbs

 

 

 

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Via Crumbs

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(iii)

 

crumbs cling to lips                conversation continues

some

 

fall         some hold—

 

were you to look down from the sky

each one of us

 

a crumb holding,

a crumb falling 

 

 

 

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Via Crumbs

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(iv)

 

crumbs are cleared away

from hands      from table

 

a symbol of being       in the way      

scattered

 

at the end, we clear away—

 

 

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Via Crumbs

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(v)

 

whatever food             the eyes           are made of

is eaten            by joys            by sorrows

 

the crumbs spill across            the face, a table

overrun with light 

 

 

 

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Via Crumbs

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(vi)

 

rain                  clouds clearing their table

of crumbs

 

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Via Crumbs

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(vii)

 

a crumb breaks off                  becomes crumb;

a crumb breaks off from that

 

—who remains crumb?

 

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Via Crumbs

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(viii)

 

there is the thinker who saw infinity

in the paring down of a thing

 

by half             and then that half              by half

 

and on, believing you

could never reach

nothing,

 

there would always be

a half—

 

the problem of Xeno

breaks down

the problem of crumbs

 

 

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Via Crumbs

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(ix)

 

the ant is Atlas under a crumb—

 

Atlas carries the crumb of the earth—

 

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Via Crumbs

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(x)

 

Poetry as a matter of crumbs:

hinting at the food of experience

 

from what little

falls behind.

 

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Via Crumbs

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(xi)

 

Had the men writing the Bible waited longer,

it might have been,

 

not ashes to ashes, dust

to dust, but rather

 

from crumbs

to crumbs.

 

 

 

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Via Crumbs

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(xii)

 

Salt: a rock ground in order to crumb to taste.

 

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(xiii)

 

Skin flakes: crumbs from the body.

 

 

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Via Crumbs

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(xiv)

 

You

can

eat

crumbs

sure,

but

—are

they

ever

enough?

 

 

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Via Crumbs

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(xv)

 

In the morning, we clear crumbs from our eyes

left from the long meal of a dream.

 

 

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Via Crumbs

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(xvi)

 

crumb              another word

from the body              for the body

 

 

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Via Crumbs

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(xvii)

 

The way a seed            separates from fruit

and becomes more,

 

the crumb grows         into taste

on the tongue.

 

 

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Naos Explains Everything
Via Crumbs

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(xviii)

 

In Spanish, crumb goes as miga,

is carried by hormiga,

 

diminished in enemiga

and befriended in amiga

 

 

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Via Crumbs

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(xix)

 

dust motes in sunlight,

crumbs made of light—

 

 

(xx)

 

crumbs are what is left

when one is done—

 

the table of this page

catches what I cannot finish—

 

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Via Crumbs

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(xxi)

 

hoping to keep track of

where we have been,

 

we leave a trail of crumbs— 

all we see and want and

fail to remember

leaves us

when we turn around

 

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Via Crumbs

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José Angel Araguz is a CantoMundo fellow and the author of six chapbooks as well as the collections Everything We Think We Hear (Floricanto Press) and Small Fires (FutureCycle Press). His poems, prose, and reviews have appeared in RHINO Poetry, New South, and Queen Mob’s Tea House. He runs the poetry blog The Friday Influence and teaches English and creative writing at Linfield College in McMinnville, Oregon.​ For more Naos on Right Hand Pointing, click here.

 

 

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