Have you ever heard of Piero Manzoni?

“I should like all artists to sell their fingerprints, or else stage competitions to see who can draw the longest line or sell their shit in tins. The fingerprint is the only sign of the personality that can be accepted: if collectors want something intimate, really personal to the artist, there’s the artist’s own shit, that is really his.” Piero Manzoni

Oh, honey… Who can deprive a word of its meaning? Do you claim the words when you arrange them? Do you borrow them? Lease them? Leash them? How do you own them, particularly?

Have you ever heard of Piero Manzoni?

You are a vector. That’s all. I am a vector, too. The second you say something is beautiful, or a poem, or art, it becomes that. It’s that simple. Anything else is violent colonialism. Stricture.

This is what post-modernism is about. And by post-modernism, I just mean a movement projected forever forward into space. Like a light never dying. Sure, you’ll stop perceiving it at some point, but your explication of your perception is just limiting the reality of that object. Those words ever only meant anything to you. What happens to them as they super-ball around the room is exactly as irrelevant and as cosmically important as the words (objectively) and you (also objectively.)

I poop on a plate and present it proudly as art, it’s art. I put your words in a grinder and call it a poem, it’s a poem. Nowadays, it’s all just a matter of will, marketing and polish. Meaning is expressed by how words relate to each other in the reader’s mind, not in the poet’s mind.

We’ve (I’ve) been doing this for years (times infinity) does the practice (product) gain meaning because it’s remembered? Remembered to what extent? To what ends? Because one can quote it? Because it has generational weight? Because it effects policy change? Because it puts one smile on one face for one fleeting moment? Because it locks one professor into her peach tenure track?

Ever wonder why Wittgenstein ended up designing doorknobs?

(I love you, btw, as a person who is interested in poetry. I’m not grumbling here, just twisting my own nipples to get a bit of magma flowing.)

The Internet Appears in the Morning Like a Hand / Full of Cashews and Coconut Meat

Wikipedia Poem, No. 508

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from your
genderlesque moiré two water suns
train invasive things

the percieved field
is most like my clause
before stolen ice cream

in order to think
like singing deploy
textbook masturbation

thighs swing
across the marketplace
air like hangman

powerful free diogenes
sidling cloud crab
then off she petals paper

dress of gauze
grazing blue-white dross
still die high in its gaze

Superficial Missus

Wikipedia Poem, No. 494

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“at least I would like to think so” John Ashbery

aluminum ice pix
too big how exotic
your shoulders your nose
how big too exotic
in this picture you’re stock art
when is too big or how is exotic

your nose in this shot
connects to its hips
you’re using to click

the internet has something to tell you
its hip its using your lips
in the women du prix
where you shoulder your nose
in this picture they ski down for clicks
i have something to plick

i’ve got your nose
and your womanly hips
the picture’s too big

how erotic
your shoulders
so nordic
wipes their nostradamus
completely sephardic
another howling mountain épique

isn’t that funny
your body eclipses
your liberal hip sis

Disclaimer (Busdriver)

Wikipedia Poem, No. 450

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“I studied the abrupt edge of youth / so I could get the petal just right” Sarah Jean Grimm

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Muriel Rukeyser

Wikipedia Poem, No. 431

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“In the day I would be reminded of those men and women, / Brave, setting up signals across vast distances, / Considering a nameless way of living, of almost unimagined values.” Muriel Rukeyser

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      commitment to an 
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activities garnered her 
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the whole of her remarkable femininity
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        121-page fbi file and 
         an innovative body of american poems 
out of work across the trail
of cultural norms and taboos 
       this consistent
commitment 
to deeply human activities 
violated by various vietnams

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Wikipedia Poem, No. 400

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“our being able to do things with our words is the source of their being able to mean anything at all.” Nancy Bauer

    a man properly
      sharpens always 
        harvests 
     a district 

this will clear the most 
important 
     thing
 
       a man is sure to build 
a sub-district plans 
         to do 
this most important thing a spear 

the 
difference between 
          winning correctly and just winning 

a man first drops efficiency 
the tile of what 
sailing speciality send 
them in them 
in send in the 

first sharp speech and then assigning teeth
first dropped citizens correctly 
working on it oh and get a warehouse

a decent cash injection 
harvest any resources there 
first 
          men always harvest resources 
then build up any
  largely useless mean

 

Wikipedia Poem, No. 374

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“Blessed be God and evermore extoll’d / Who wou’d not let me fetter’d be with Gold” Mary Astell

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“Charles Bernstein”

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Charles Bernstein,
Here is my litany,
How does it compare
To yours? Not a thing,
But an original tense,
Unknown to word, sound
Or light—the carefully pent
Birthday present
Approximately the size of a bowling ball
And the weight of a human heart
As you remember it—
Bowed and hysterical, still
Forever and unobserved.

Wikipedia Poem, No. 371

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“I do not think of you lying in the wet clay / Of a Monaghan graveyard; I see / You walking down a lane among the poplars / On your way to the station,” from Patrick Kavanagh’s ‘In Memory of My Mother’

for Bernie

lying in the end        of you          are all mad     and       we cattle—among the cattle—among the can walking along you are   all    made and we cattle—among the poplars on a lane along you say don’t forget the bargains are all made and we cattle among the rich with life—and you meet me and you lying down a fair     day          by accident after the wet clay for it is a       harvest evening down a summer sunday—you       smile        up the bargains are piling along           the end of you lying in the wet clay for           it is a headland we   are all mad    and you walk    among the ricks against         the end of you smile up the end of repose

Wikipedia Poem, No. 363

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“It’s not that hard to climb up / on a cross and have nails driven / into your hands and feet.” Ron Padgett

into catcalling downtown traffic
or masturbating on cedarview avenue
behind their bed on a white work truck
to the pigeons and buskers arguing

an attack holes in their bed on white iron radiators
they save me one hit of
white work truck offered up to the pigeons

and tugging an attack hole
their bed on whiteness stone-cut blonde
hair gelled up an albino peacock

glassine overwhelming his father’s long
white iron radiators they save me
one hit from a white work truck

to the fore of whiteness stone-cut
blonde hair gelled up an albino peacock
glassine overwhelming into catcalls now