with no ill intention to the artist what the fuck were you thinking the mangy dog and the electro- magnetic implant fine! but replacing the u with the v? what a braggadocious pile of staten island’s finest piled up to intellectual affidavits — i once asked allen ginsberg should i be scared when the polish barrister holds a luger to my temple and demands fried bananas he said you’ll never move to krakow don’t fret my pet i pianeti della fortuna no ill intention to moloch or the electromagnetic swing the dog abundant and widespread in hungry this abandoned city in the days since the airing of ruth bader ginsburg coordinated inauthentic leaderless lurking evil the writer goes down the one true rabbit hole a meeting of senior government officials four cholinergic cherubs armed with radio poles lit upon the roof of the confident wannsee manor unclear if these birds are gripped fast to the edge of indivisible azalea branches or synaptic clefts between bit and byte cast totally aside countervailing rights — unclear unclear
Sources: Czaykowski, Bogdan. “The Collective.” Volvox: Poetry from the Unofficial Languages of Canada in English Translation, edited by J. Michael Yates, Victoria, British Columbia, Can: Sono Nis Press, 1971, p. 61.
Coulthart, John. “Howl from Beyond.” 1997. Trading card. Wizards of the Coast, Renton, Wash.
imagine koch met another koch
what brotherless friendship
othered even these plants’ music
the moirai graduates shack up on center street
and sap wondersided all three conversing for
many years with any living man
append the loose fringe of life
three-story building wits growing seemly
never the end of the world war
and for many years
it was a centered king living white hairs
divided into three-story buildings
and for many years
it was a quarrel
overrule eating anyone
seeds seem imagine
seeds seemed from kralupy
there was a giant that could grow seeds inside himself
from kralupy he stood
on these places
dry and wondersided a peerless wit
sap graduate lit out
her nerve expected rigor
on the book of the bad queen ananke
in white hairs divided in 1948
after places painters use white hairs
skin conium the back scars white hairs
divided into white hairs on hungry green leaves
three-story center a graduate street
a painterly fact the sprite in her oval eyes
every sap wondering about aeschylus’ life
the back scars were made
freilicher brought daucus candlestock to lower manhattan
her life in three-story buildings
in aeschylus’ life small atropos
in white hairs shell-case of destinies
dry and even third avenue at sixteenth street
a painter’s taste of three-story building anyone?
seems imaginable so much beautiful writing
in 1948 a graduate student travels to greece
and never returns it stood on top of a spool of thread
in my life three-story buildings imagine fact
beauty in bullet form imagine kenneth koch
met aeschylus and the bad queen
nature’s fate seems by comparison its power
fact: the case of places
dry and very small
atropos in our life
he powers
the center
of hope
four inches in aeschylus’ life
three-stories at the center of a poem
fringed many years’ white hairs
skin conium their family book of brunette
with oval epitome and strong seeds
seems a comparison koch met giants who live for men
append friendship and very funny poems
imagine kralupy it was a quarrel overruled
eating graduate students’ exceptional epitome moirai
group of genealogies
the fates lick ash
nature family their family ween
ananke in aeschylus’ life powers a quarrel
overrule eating it seems from the potion of the parcae
yes, we muddle language probably because fates best god
but later the giant allots lachesis
in her english way it’s clear to fate
the book of destinies from each into each
his eating of the fates their brotherless friendship
and even the word hector all atropos inflexible
never a moiragetes but man’s appellation of hope
four inches long
seeds seeds seeds
dry and euripides’ poison hemlock
conium that centers fact
the end of places
in this dry medical form
The same and not quite the same, I walked through oak forests
Amazed that my Muse, Mnemosyne,
Has in no way diminished my amazement.
A magpie was screeching and I said: Magpiety?
What is magpiety? I shall never achieve
A magpie heart, a hairy nostril over the beak, a flight
That always renews just when coming down,
And so I shall never comprehend magpiety.
If however magpiety does not exist
My nature does not exist either.
Who would have guessed that, centuries later,
I would invent the question of universals?
“O Zeus our ancestor, look with loathing on those tokens of a victory that was not won.” Hellenistic funerary epigram (trans. Paton)
galloping eyes
breeding that's
broad
social
observation
1913 and again
free
again free
hypoallergenic
grassy embankment
zero two eight
gross to the nines
1919
eight hundred and twenty eight third class passengers
we counted
r
eight hundred and twenty eight third class passengers
again reproach
membrane between
1922 renamed a parking lot
in one
must
feed as were from
each other
1919
four foot
x beams fifty seven
in fours
one hundred and six second class passengers
again they're counted
free from distinction
commonsensations but
toward
inert cars and
on fourteen bay twenty-second street brooklyn new york
their eyes
in rough port of distraction
for northern
and fingered
again freed dogs
gallop across hypoallergenic grassy
embankment
