Wikipedia Poem, No. 803
who can understand
in a rock
scribbles some rocks some watches too
and
culture
his chief diversion from that rock
“At the John Weber gallery in New York, in 1972, on two separate occasions, [Hans] Haacke created a sociological study, collecting data from gallery visitors. He requested the visitors fill out a questionnaire with 20 questions ranging from their personal demographic background information to opinions on social and political issues. The results of the questionnaires were translated into pie charts and bar graphs that were presented in the gallery at a later date. They revealed, among other things, that most visitors were related in some way to the professions of art, art teaching, and museology, and most were politically liberal.” from the Wikipedia entry for Hans Haacke
“We have awaited the coming of a natural / phenomenon. Mystics and romantics, knowledgeable / workers / of the land. // But none has come. / (Repeat) / but none has come. / Will the machinegunners please step forward?” Amiri Baraka, from A Poem Some People Will Have to Understand
o! yes you did o! yes you did o! yes you combine that o! and this yes and what a good television broadcast there are so many layers of good television viewers because like you whale-ish legerdemain giscard is so good on television o! because viewers like you what a good television vision viewer o! you that giscard wolfs so many loose downy fish there are so many underwater men on television eroding boats a good television viewer like you did o! yes you make it visible now and for good o! yes you make good television viewers toothy o! it’s because there are so many like you that a good television burns with soft fur a field at a gas pump standing animals it's a boy torturing loneliness it's a boy's tortured alone in a snowfall snowfall he's got the laugh of wheat everywhere no car a dead brown leaf dancing animals it's a boy o!
Sources:
frank take the plastic bag off yr head
poets planted light here not people
poets with banana plants for tendons
or poets’ armies of thick carbon fiber killers
faces loaded with pulverized crocus frank
bring me proof of meaningful life
beyond the gun range poets frank
were sown in victory’s forehead
frank you listening when was the last time
you went a-fishing from south beach pier
rainbow trout gasping like dandelion frank
reciting rebecca lindenberg as you adamantly
burn through the last filament of air
are you mournful or war wise
I for what it’s worth buttstock bipod flash
guard rather a dry wise cactus frank
whose dusty broach crawls forth
like a foul hand toward the sun
begging always
begs like a
beggar