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“the problem is insoluble—also senseless—there is no real to which you can refer—and yet the bodies are all in it—whatever remains—the observable witnesses to the past—this debt—the relation of this to absolute silence—listen—it is absolutely silent back” Graham
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which is to say go about weaving the succulent into the truculent
NO YOU IS SOAKED UP THEREFORE NOT EVERY BLOT IS LISTENING.
NO EAR IS SOUND. NO ME IS SPRING.
EVERY HUM IS POINTED. NOT EVERY MINUTES IS EVERY.
THE SICKNESS IS LISTENING THEREFORE EVERY THEM IS OUT.
NO B-52s IS SEE. THE HUM IS FULLY.
NOT EVERY B-52s IS LISTENING OR NOT EVERY DIRECTION IS SOAKED UP.
NO THEM IS EXTINGUISHED. NO DUSK IS ALERT.
EVERY BLOT IS EVERY AND A YOU IS HUGE.
A NOISE IS FULLY. NO EAR IS LISTENING.
NO BOY IS HUGE. A HUM IS POINTED.
NOT EVERY BOY IS HUGE AND THE RUNWAY IS SOAKED UP.
A HUM IS POINTED. EVERY HUM IS POINTED.
NO BOY IS LOADED OR THE BOY IS ALERT.
EVERY EAR IS FULLY. NO DUSK IS HUGE.
NOT EVERY BOY IS SOUND AND NOT EVERY DIRECTION IS HUGE.
A B-52s IS INNER. NO MINUTES IS MANNED.
NO RUNWAY IS SOAKED UP. THE DUSK IS MANNED.
NO HUM IS HUGE. EVERY BLOT IS EXTINGUISHED.
NO HEARD IS LISTENING. EVERY HUM IS FULLY.
THE BOY IS LISTENING. NO DAY IS INNER.
EVERY NOISE IS EVERY OR A HEARD IS HUGE.
EVERY DUSK IS FULLY. NOT EVERY HUM IS MANNED.
A HUM IS LOADED. A HUM IS POINTED.
NOT EVERY ME IS OUT. NO ME IS FIVE HUNDRED.
“Oh. Yes. It’s not a critique of language as much as it is a critique of desire as it manifests itself in language, as it manifests itself in structure and organizations. Look, those cloistered sisters in ‘Eschatological Prayer’ open up Saint Claire’s body, and they find proof, inside, of … (a metaphor made literal) … and they gained nothing by it.” Jorie Graham
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no more time
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“with my skin / Plus this—plus this: / that forever the geography / which leans in / on me” Charles Olson
to grab the reader by the balls
to force it to sculpt my bellicose cleavage
in the whitespace under the image
to demand pedagogy and aloofness
had coupled in the unified field
and born “THISS”
(quoting Olson & Graham)
to imply the blue of the sea, or Kings Plaza
gray and untouchable, or a wild uninterpretable
sidecar tongueing Uigeadail
to insist casual, black, non-fear loosening a necktie
to guarantee through decay and whitehot kidney stones and
vomit-crested cry — bandanaed and ever so scrawny — that
yes, yes, I still shred