And so, it came to pass that I discerned eels in my spine. Saddened, the hands of drawn space floated backwards flower to flower. Not this rib, but that. To cover it with a giant’s napkin. The history of the Source is a giant’s breath. The Source is a giant’s breath. “I recently cured my poetry by using homemade toothpaste / and not drinking tapwater.” We were standing in my apartment. The stomachs which might have been empty were really empty and the cold water was moonwater. “I have desired the love of a man,” quoth Helen Keller. There is a deep mean dam away in the float of partials. Yet what gives the mural-sized work its power is the strangely decorative thrill that strings together a cake, a tire, a commercial hair dryer, lightbulbs and spaghetti. “Amber” is a much older term used to describe an accord (familiar blend of notes) rather than a single note or material, usually a combination of vanilla, resins and/or balsams. And this is what the moon smells like in our atmosphere. This is the standard blank. And, what is it when there’s nothing yet not even dusk and the shadow-hands are doing rabbit-morphing-into-swan? A loves B but B is preoccupied with C and C is indifferent to the entire alphabet. I am not bored with Google Image Search not at all. “I saw / a great poet in the form of mold on the wall …”
“Still I followed
You into your dark castle.”
And there (here) are some padded envelopes. Pacman is coming up the stairs. Blood began streaming out from under manhole covers. I looked at the Hiroshige prints on the cover and felt stoked. Still spinning out Kristin’s door I decided to change plans. The air stirred gently, made me think of flags. At 9:26 I saw the clean backs of waitresses in a Gee Whiz Diner window. Like Hayao Miyazaki movies — in which buses look like cats, amphibious girls have mouths full of salubrious saliva, monsters vomit up bathhouse employees, and decapitated spirit heads cure leprosy — Roussel’s works are littered with inconceivable amalgams, like mosaics depicting Scandinavian morality tales rendered in rotten teeth, a theater of reanimated corpses impelled to endlessly act out the most significant events of their lives, a disappearing girl carrying a cornucopia filled with an infinite supply of gold coins, a sniper who can shave an egg down to its unmarred yolk in exactly 24 shots. Cannot people just go home to each other 1st. And bake dough or something. Feel the warmth from a small car tire that bump into your shins. Be a little unfortunate in love with venom. Write a book about Finnish porn. Dancing, tripping, eat a poor diet, doing what comes to you in. One may, as the translator did here, translate Heidegger, the reader of Anaximander, into the language of Hamlet: is it possible, that which is?
[Note: SPD Spring 012 catalog #10. Sources: George Kalamaras, Your Own Ox-head Mask as Proof, as quoted in Brooks Lampe, “Hindu Surrealism: George Kalamaras”, at The The, Jun 011; Jeannie Hoag, “Jeannie Hoag Responds to Page 26 of The Source”, at Futurepost, 23 Jan 012; Anne Gorrick, via Facebook, 25 Jan 012; Dina and Dan, and Helen Keller, in Dina and Dan’s “Dina and Dan Reveal To Us An Unknown Force”, at Boys with Short Hair, 25 Jan 012; Aby Kaupang, “tender such reliquary”, at Lamination Colony 9; Hrag Vartanian, “MoMA Brings Out a Classic of Remix Culture”, at Hyperallergic, 25 Jan 012 (re: James Rosenquist’s F-111); Elisa Gabbert, “‘Woody amber’ vs. amber vs. amber that happens to be woody”, at The French Exit, 25 Jan 012; Robert Kelly, “The Dogwood The Answer”, at Nicole Peyrafitte.com; Jake Kennedy, “The Light Is Real (for Joanne Gailius)”, “Author’s note”, at Okanagan Arts, Fall 07; Ana Bozecevic, and Bhanu Kapil, as quoted in Kapil’s “Notes from the Dark Castle”, at Was Jack Kerouac a Punjabi?, 25 Jan 012; Kim Hyesoon, “Find the Exit” (tr. Don Mee Choi), at Cipher Journal; Jacob Sloan, “Blood Runs From Sewers In Polish Town”, at Disinformation, 25 Jan 012 (backed-up drain at a meatpacking plant …); David Miller, Andy Fitch and Jon Cotner, as quoted in Miller’s “Notes on Ten Walks / Two Talks”, at Matador Network, 16 Jun 010; Alice Gregory, “New Impressions: Raymond Roussel and the upside of crazy”, at Poetry Foundation, 25 Jan 012; Stina Kajaso, “Blödig Dag”, at SONOFDAD, 25 Jan 012; Jacques Derrida, Specters of Marx (tr. Peggy Kamuf)]
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