Chillin' More With the Villies

Guess who wrote the following villanelle:

The Measure

Each unconsidered day we live is lost.
I should record the moments as they come
though marking time is seldom worth the cost.

Loss is our lot, a commonplace, at least
a philosophic truth. We must turn from
each unconsidered day, though it be lost,

without a backward glance. Though logbooks must
record the ticking clock, the beating drum,
this marking time comes at too dear a cost.

Efficiency pretends to stop the waste
but turns our focus to the pendulum.
Each unconsidered day we live is lost.

Productiveness will never trick the ghost,
nor calendars toss forth a feeble crumb:
this marking time comes at too great a cost.

That time must be our nonexistent host
remains this planet's fate and martyrdom.
And even the considered day is lost,
so marking time is never worth the cost.

I'm heading out for a few days (will end up at the Brooklyn Bridge walk of Poets House on Monday night) and will post the answer as soon as I am near a computer again. Meanwhile, have at it, Harrieteers! Who do you think wrote this?

CHILLIN' WITH THE VILLIES PART 2

Now that Jennifer Moxley has been revealed as the author of this Empsoneseque villie, a bit of context: I've been chillin' with plenty of villies the last few months, for an anthology I'm coediting with Marie Elizabeth Mali. One thing I've discovered is that the villie has become a center of interest for a great range of contemporary poets—performance poets and exploratory poets as well as the more expected moonlighting free-verse poets and of course the formalists.

Why this is happening is a very interesting question....among the thought-provoking facts are that the villanelle has its origin in a communal dance, rather than in an individual song like the sonnet...

I'll try to report back here again on any new thoughts on the villie as the book progresses.