FCF 74

Of course a

porn
star can
write poetry if

she
or he
wants to pursue

the
art and
take time to

study.
Unfortunately, Roland
Barthes can’t have

a
Twitter account
as he died

in
1980. What
did the Zen

Buddhist
say to
the hot dog

vendor?
Make me
one with everything.

+A
+ −A
= 0, your image

as
furry blob
captured by cctv.

Only
the dead
don’t need a

road.
I quote:
[this line is

missing].
That’s what
it says: [this

line
is missing].
The Hypnotist twists

the
Subject’s left
nipple. There’s

a
long yellow
garment on the

floor
round the
Subject’s feet. For

a
moment I’m
all like dude.

So
that’s where
sunshine comes

from.
But then
I notice light-

clumps
all over
the periphery. If

anyone’s
talked
to me recently,

you
know I’ve
taken to soapmaking

like
a fiend.
That’s so I

can
molt more
times than money.

Put
on your
superfine handy translation

glasses
so you
can see what

I
mean. The
intentions come previously.

I
remember (je
me souviens) lashes

glued
together with
“sleep”. I am

compiling
an assortment
of scientific anecdotes

like
the one
about Vishnu draped

in
Xmas lights,
Old Vishnu suckin

toe …
like a
6 month baby.

If

each

part

is
identical to
the whole you’re

being
fractal or
vague. Diminished Prophecy 5:1 sort of:

“The tendrils you inflict and the vainglory of your mettle
have bereaved you, you who snuffle the parts of manes, who
mingle twinkle with a metric swindle. Though you mend your
memoir infused with greeted laurel, sans knuckles, from
those lines I weed and heave ... If all work is sex work
the ‘new’ techniques whereby letters and word can move
around the screen, break up, and reassemble, or whereby the
reader/viewer can decide by a mere click to reformat the
electronic text or which part of it to access, l’objet petit a,
anyone? THOORAH! I am Otaku-grrrl, I am Rimbaud, the filthiest
communard.”

Thus
Beatrice addresses Dante

from the car.

She comes in after midnight
she eats the last of the pasta
she does the dishes
what a deal!

“OH! AH! THEE!”, in smiling silence!

“Everything is statistically impossible”

Can
years and
years of folding

in
to the
rumoured heart of /

be
in vain?
as each you

repeats
you in
a clearer light,

more
amazed untiring
openings in the

shine
of on(e)ly
a grain or

two
of and
a dozen crystal

clusters
of utterly
(im)plausible to die

for
[•••••••• where
did these dots

come
from?]? I
don’t think so:

instrument
to belly,
hear better bent

over
that way.

[Note: Sources: Rebecca Loudon, comments relating to her “Twitter pt. 2”, at Radish King, 25 May 09; Dr Bahr (discovered while combing Rebecca L’s Blog-o-licious list), “The Man From Android”, at WhimsyLand, 17 May 09; Junzaburo Nishiwaki, as quoted by Nicholas Hagger, in The New Philosophy of Universalism, as quoted in an email ad from Catherine Harris, 27 May 09, 9:37 a.m. (rec’d in real time). Then it was back to my shelves, the original skeleton for this whole preposterousity. Two shelves are now used up. As shelves die, they will be replaced by the library’s collection … til the last shelf dies. That will happen in number 120. Then it was back to and, when and was necessary. Keith Jebb, from tonnes, in The Reality Street Book of Sonnets (ed. Jeff Hilson); Reiner Schürmann, Broken Hegemonies (tr. Reginald Lilly); Tom Beckett, “Rough Outtake From Yesterday’s Convention”, at Slim Windows, 25 May 09; Clay Blancett, “Ruth’s Dream”, at Fig. 1-Worm Drive, 17 May 09; Kristy Bowen, “latest obsession …”, at dulcetly, 6 May 09 (Beckett – Bowen were found via RL’s Blog-o-licious list); Dara Weir, “Eye Cages”, “It Wasn’t Exactly Like Being Left Standing at the Altar”, in American Hybrid (eds. Cole Swensen and David St John); Rae Armantrout, “Through”, in Versed; Joe Brainard, I Remember (w/a tip o’ the cap to Georges Perec); Clayton Eshleman, note to “The Golden String”, in Coils; Lyn Hejinian, My Life in the Nineties; Andrew Joron, “Pink Noise”, in The Cry at Zero; Reb Livingston, “Diminished Prophecy 5:1”, at delirious hem; Anne Boyer,“I could say I am a feminist poet”, at delirious hem; Marjorie Perloff, “Screening the Page / Paging the Screen: Digital Poetics and the Differential Text”, in Contemporary Poetics, (ed. Louis Armand), as quoted in a review by John Herbert Cunningham, at Galatea Resurrects 12; Michael McClure, Love Lion Book; Maureen Owen, “Hotel Ozean, 1959-1960”, “Or”, in Erosion’s Pull; Geof Huth, on his way to the Bury Text Festival, “Greening-forth, the Only Promise Worthwhile”, in Getting Th’ere Ten English Poems; Denise Riley, “Our youth and mine”, in Dry Air; Gavin Selerie, Roxy 42; Rosmarie Waldrop, “Conversation 4: On Place”, in Reluctant Gravities; the 8 dots just suddenly appeared …; Jean Vengua, “factors”, at Okir, 30 May 09]

Comments

[Bob]

preposterousity? what could be better?

[Okir]

heheh - lovely!

[Rebecca Loudon]

Ha. Hahahahahahahahahahahaaaaa.
Yep.

[Geof Huth]

What you took from me was from a poem written in JFK before the flight to England, so no stealing from the Text Festivaleers there. FYI only.

Geof