{"id":21372,"date":"2025-11-25T09:27:53","date_gmt":"2025-11-25T15:27:53","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.mcneese.edu\/thereview\/?p=21372"},"modified":"2025-11-30T20:35:44","modified_gmt":"2025-12-01T02:35:44","slug":"only-lines-from-lord-byron-thomas-lux-and-the-script-for-the-princess-bride-or-ive-hired-you-to-help-me-start-a-war-only-lines-from-pablo-neruda-diane-diprima-and-script-for-x-files","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.mcneese.edu\/thereview\/only-lines-from-lord-byron-thomas-lux-and-the-script-for-the-princess-bride-or-ive-hired-you-to-help-me-start-a-war-only-lines-from-pablo-neruda-diane-diprima-and-script-for-x-files\/","title":{"rendered":"[Only lines from Lord Byron, Thomas Lux, and the script for The Princess Bride] (or I&#8217;ve hired you to help me start a war) &amp; [Only lines from Pablo Neruda, Diane DiPrima, and Script for X-Files (1998)]"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<ul class=\"wp-block-social-links is-content-justification-right 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flower<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;between a pitchfork\u2019s wide tines,<br>\u2014all that I have and more<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-medium-font-size\">Its sleepless summer of long light,<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;with mad disquietude on the dull sky,<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;perfect, with eyes like the sea.<br>I myself am often surprised at life&#8217;s little quirks.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-medium-font-size\">*<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-medium-font-size\">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;As philosophers allow,<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;they were safe, a wave of love\u2014<br>away with your fictions of flimsy romance<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;like an avalanche of smoke and black fog<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;foreseeing the lower lips of glaciers.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-medium-font-size\">To watch it withering, leaf by leaf,<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;that you would save them again\u2014<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;the road right, and the river&#8217;s silver<br>in the pastures below. It rains, it rains<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;of cloudless climes and starry skies<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;as if his veins would pour out his existence.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-medium-font-size\">Love is like this at the bone, we hope. Love\u2014<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;your vote of confidence is overwhelming.<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;No. No. We have already succeeded<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;It endures in histories.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-medium-font-size\">But let that season be only Spring.<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;It\u2019s not the world which is good or bad<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Isn&#8217;t that a wonderful beginning?<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-medium-font-size\">You are my bread,<br>the original inhabitant of this planet\u2014<br>a madness or a beginning<br>lying on the surface of the pond<br>\u2014about a hundred miles of nothing.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-medium-font-size\">This kind of bird flies backward<br>like a grieving arrow.<br>It&#8217;s been freshly soldered over.<br>All is as the wave wills<br>alone with his universe still,<br>the still silence of the space beyond.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-medium-font-size\">The juice of stars<br>enormous within your small hands,<br>like an arrow in my bow, like a stone in my sling<br>with purpose or direction\u2014<br>like mold on flame, these red leaves<br>the weight of this fact<br>working cooperatively with the alien colonists<br>from other planets.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-medium-font-size\">The car sits idling<br>like an ember, gold burns in its fingers\u2014<br>they are scattered now, dead or silent.<br>The secret government<br>before the bomb went off\u2014<br>those who barely had time to be born<br>tall and pillowy against the dark sky,<br>a colonizing force that cannot be defeated.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-medium-font-size\">Everyone&#8217;s invited to the party\u2014<br>to its wave without water.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-medium-font-size\">__________<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p style=\"font-size:25px\"><strong>[Only lines from Pablo Neruda, Diane DiPrima, and Script for <em>X-Files<\/em> (1998)]<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-medium-font-size\">You are my bread,<br>the original inhabitant of this planet\u2014<br>a madness or a beginning<br>lying on the surface of the pond<br>\u2014about a hundred miles of nothing.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-medium-font-size\">This kind of bird flies backward<br>like a grieving arrow.<br>It&#8217;s been freshly soldered over.<br>All is as the wave wills<br>alone with his universe still,<br>the still silence of the space beyond.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-medium-font-size\">The juice of stars<br>enormous within your small hands,<br>like an arrow in my bow, like a stone in my sling<br>with purpose or direction\u2014<br>like mold on flame, these red leaves<br>the weight of this fact<br>working cooperatively with the alien colonists<br>from other planets.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-medium-font-size\">The car sits idling<br>like an ember, gold burns in its fingers\u2014<br>they are scattered now, dead or silent.<br>The secret government<br>before the bomb went off\u2014<br>those who barely had time to be born<br>tall and pillowy against the dark sky,<br>a colonizing force that cannot be defeated.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-medium-font-size\">Everyone&#8217;s invited to the party\u2014<br>to its wave without water.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-medium-font-size\">__________<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-medium-font-size\"><strong>Jessica Huset<\/strong> (she\/her) earned her MFA at the University of Washington. Her poetry has appeared in <em>Apeiron Review<\/em>, <em>Crab Creek Review<\/em>, <em>Rip-Rap<\/em>, <em>Sidereal Magazine<\/em>, and <em>Kestrel<\/em> among others. She is a two-time Pushcart Prize nominee and currently lives in Texas with her husband and cats.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><strong>__________<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n<div class=\"wp-block-image\">\n<figure class=\"alignleft size-full\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"438\" height=\"211\" src=\"https:\/\/www.mcneese.edu\/thereview\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/37\/2024\/01\/boudin-logo-1.jpg\" alt=\"\" class=\"wp-image-15484\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.mcneese.edu\/thereview\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/37\/2024\/01\/boudin-logo-1.jpg 438w, https:\/\/www.mcneese.edu\/thereview\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/37\/2024\/01\/boudin-logo-1-300x145.jpg 300w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 438px) 100vw, 438px\" \/><\/figure>\n<\/div>\n\n\n<p class=\"has-text-align-center has-large-font-size\">&lt;&lt; <a href=\"https:\/\/www.mcneese.edu\/thereview\/sweeney-among-the-alley-cats\/\">Back<\/a> <a href=\"https:\/\/www.mcneese.edu\/thereview\/only-lines-from-robert-lowell-robert-frost-and-script-for-the-lost-boys-only-lines-from-agha-shahid-ali-countee-cullen-and-script-for-gremlins\/\">Next<\/a> &gt;&gt;<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-medium-font-size\">To learn more about submitting your work to <em><a href=\"https:\/\/www.mcneese.edu\/thereview\/boudin-submissions\/\">Boudin<\/a><\/em> or applying to McNeese State University&#8217;s Creative Writing <a href=\"https:\/\/www.mcneese.edu\/thereview\/mfa-application-submissions\/\">MFA program<\/a>, please visit Submissions for details.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Jessica Huset __________ Written as part of the Exquisite Cento Project with Zebulon Huset __________ [Only lines from Lord Byron, Thomas Lux, and the script for The Princess Bride] (or I&#8217;ve hired you to help me start a war) To mingle with the quiet of her sky&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;the quicksand pits they built were goodsink on the&hellip;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":42,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[248],"tags":[75,145,18],"class_list":["post-21372","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-when-in-rome-nov-25","tag-boudin","tag-poetry-2","tag-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.mcneese.edu\/thereview\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/21372","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.mcneese.edu\/thereview\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.mcneese.edu\/thereview\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.mcneese.edu\/thereview\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/42"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.mcneese.edu\/thereview\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=21372"}],"version-history":[{"count":5,"href":"https:\/\/www.mcneese.edu\/thereview\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/21372\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":21594,"href":"https:\/\/www.mcneese.edu\/thereview\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/21372\/revisions\/21594"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.mcneese.edu\/thereview\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=21372"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.mcneese.edu\/thereview\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=21372"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.mcneese.edu\/thereview\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=21372"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}