Unlikelihood
stems from
a ubiquitous zero.
I
go there
over again so.
That
slow sea
slaps slow water
on
the ever
farther shore. You
are
moving accordingly
never ahead of
the
movement never
behind the movement
you
are carrying
the weight from
outside
being the
weight from inside.
You
move. You
are being moved.
These
are the
lilacs that look
like
spiders. “There's
been a great
upsurgence”
said the
announcer. FOR ME
ENTER
GO. Are
History’s pure vowels
personal
or statistical?
The cream made
an
“e” in
the tea. Easy
prolongation
of deglutition
by the obscene
trismegistic
mouth of
a brown-bellied
marsh
sticky sundews
of a happy
muck
listening in
their lips what
sororofraternal
news their
days are de
rigueur
in this
world knotted by
too
much smoky
breath masking the
peppery
verve of
the storm. Glowteth
glant
équalté fine.
Rinnzeketé bee bee
nnz
krr müü.
“The subject of
philosophy
is already
dead,” IT’S WHERE
THE
LIGHT COMES
FROM THAT CASTS
OUR
SHAPES UPON
THE BLACKENED WALL …
[Note: I think this is the beginning of SPANSE, pt. 3 of Zeitgeist Spam (No Sounds is pt. 1, FCF is pt. 2). SPANSE has the same skeleton as FCF: my (more-or-less) post-Allen-anthology library. Except when it can’t, in which case it covers parallel ground. Where I have interpolated I can interpolate differently. I can repeat. I can omit. And I can substitute. And, of course, since life intervenes, I can incorporate my proverbial “and”. (Some changes do not eradicate “identity”; cf Becky and her pet bone “Bob”).Title: Kenneth Irby, “The Roadrunner Poem”, in The Intent On: Collected Poems, 1962-2006; Edric Mesmer, “Lauren Shufran and/or Mark Dickinson: Unpublished and Published Works to Watch For”, in On: Contemporary Practice (eds. Michael Cross, Thom Donovan & Kyle Schlesinger); Kathy Acker, Pussy, King of the Pirates; Charles Bernstein, “Castor Oil”, in Girly Man; Theresa Hak Kyung Cha, Dictee; Geoffrey Gatza, “Lilacs in May”, in Not So Fast Robespierre; Anselm Hollo, “Lost Original”, in Notes on the Possibilities and Attractions of Existence; Susan Landers, translating Dante, “Vestibule to Hell (Canto 3)”, in Covers; bp Nichol, “untitled”, in Zygal: A Book of Mysteries and Translations; Thomas Pynchon, “Introduction”, in Slow Learner; Aram Saroyan, Complete Minimal Poems; Aimé Césaire, “Permit” (trs. A. James Arnold and Clayton Eshleman), as quoted in Steven Fama, “Extra! Extra!”, at the glade of theoric ornithic hermetica, 10 Jan 010; Eileen R Tabios, “From the Gray Monster in a Yellow Taxi”, in I Take Thee, English, for My Beloved; Kurt Schwitters, “Unstupid” (tr. Pierre Joris), “Ur-Sonata”, in pppppp: Poems Performances Pieces Proses Plays Poetics (eds. and trs. Jerome Rothenberg and Pierre Joris); Ray Brassier, Nihil Unbound, as quoted in Daniel Miller, “Nihil Unbound by Ray Brassier”, at New Humanist.org, vol. 122 no. 6 (“Brassier has a particular end in mind. This is the inexorable fact of extinction, the polemical pivot of this book. ‘[T]he earth will be incinerated by the sun 4 billion years hence; all the stars in the universe will stop shining in 100 trillion years; and eventually, one trillion, trillion, trillion years from now, all matter in the cosmos will disintegrate.’ … For Brassier, these facts are of central philosophical import. In his view, because extinction is the inevitable fate of existence, in logical time it has already occurred. ‘The subject of philosophy is already dead,’ Brassier writes, ‘and ... philosophy is neither a medium of affirmation nor a source of justification, but rather the organon of extinction.’”); Lew Welch, How to Give Yourself Away”, in Ring of Bone: Collected Poems 1950-1971]
so you were quiet for about 10 minutes i see.
Posted by: sam | 29.01.2010 at 06:07 PM
Yeah, and it drove me crazy!
Posted by: John Bloomberg-Rissman | 31.01.2010 at 11:16 AM