In the House of the Hangman 1008

In another room I am drinking eggs from a boot, four full walls of TV, all these free chemical gifts. Because what isn’t chemistry? Unclear everything now, unclear that in spit and sandy bone we were give the message, so unclear we can see right through it, so opaque, so unclear what could be more beautiful than to write for those wolf children who will come after the drought that can’t be told from the flood? I mean, you don’t play the ANS with a keyboard, you etch images onto glass sheets covered in black putty and feed them into a machine that shines light through the scratch marks, trigging a wide range of tones. “We can hear it decay into two photons, for example, which tells us it’s a boson, it’s a particle with integer spin, and that its mass is roughly 100 times the mass of the proton.” Little meta, inside it love (loves) only you. “Asphyxiation, falling plants, and abandoned buildings — ‘How we remember — is formed like glass.’” In a dry landscape, men work. With axes, hammers and other tools they break stones. A small walled house, made of hardened mud bricks and just a little taller than a human comes crashing down. With a pick, one man hits a flat concrete slab on which inscriptions are visible. At first, the pick glances, unequal to the task. But soon the slab is crossed by hairline cracks and begins to split. Two other men wander near the wall that has just come down. In the sand around their feet are large clay pots, and with effortless little kicks they break them. Stone, mud, clay: patiently they break down every Sufi tomb in Timbuktu. Hello, Nessie! The amount of radiation received by the plants naturally varies according to how close they are to the pole. I’ll conclude my paper with this reading from Tom’s work: two major patterns / produced a realist view / any thing may be an instance / substantiated by observing / the primary direction of dream / no matter how specific / the way in which space / would change or distort / boundaries more precise / despite more flexible distance / to accommodate need / unpacking symbols / in control of situations / the currents / justifying selection / baking bread and drawing water / introduce us to context / a carefully posed photograph / juxtaposing monuments / begging with black slogans / which we cannot imagine / out of a fashion parade / actions will be understood. I’ve stopped the film on an image I liked. On a battery-powered vampire animal, which works only in the company of others and even then pretty bad. Where we bought our very first little unicorn. It was cold. It drowned. Blue is the hero of Three Friends at a Table, a blue that varies from a night-blue wall pierced by a shining grey window to one mixed with violet and pink in a man's sweater; or it becomes slightly chalky, a “French” blue on a cup, or that of an iris under artificial light, or one with a clangor to it in the enamel of a teapot, or one that looks silky in the geometric pattern of a blouse. It is air within the paint and gives it breath. The NOW WASH YOUR HANDS sign combusts edgily, the line drawn under your job description leaps out and lassoes storm-clouds; this is more than I had bargained for you say into the nearest vacant speech-bubble, leaving your mouth behind in your criminal face. Because what happens. Because what happens is something else.

[Note: Sources: Frank Stanford, “In Another Room I Am Drinking Eggs From a Boot”, at Poetry Foundation (hat tip Adam Tavel); Kate Schapira, “Goodbye forever to skin irritation”, at Shampoo 20; JBR; Jonty Tiplady, “Give My Love to the Sunrise”, “Tout”, in Zam Bonk Dip; JBR; I mean: JBR; Jacob Sloan, “The Soviet Synthesizer That Bridged Electronic Music And The Occult”, at Disinformation, 3 Jul 012; Joe Incandela, as quoted in Vicki Burston, “Higgs boson video leaks to Cern website”, at CBS News, 3 Jul 012 (“Discovery of the particle would be proof of an invisible energy field that fills the vacuum of space. Without it, or something to do its job, there would be no stars, planets or life as we know it. According to theory, the Higgs field switched on a trillionth of a second after the big bang that flung the universe into existence. Before this moment, all of the particles in the universe were massless and zipped around at the speed of light. When the Higgs field switched on, it changed the future of the universe. Particles such as the quarks and electrons that make up normal matter felt a “drag” from the field, which manifests itself as mass.”); Steven Karl, and Angela Veronica Wong, in SPD blurbs for Angela Veronica Wong, how to survive a hotel fire; Teju Cole, “Break It Down”, at The New Inquiry, 3 Jul 012; JBR, but see Biology 1099 (a demented Xtian textbook), as quoted in Jacob Sloan, “Louisiana Schools To Teach That Evolution Is False, Loch Ness Monster Is Real”, at Disinformation, 3 Jul 012 (the textbook actually reads “Are dinosaurs alive today? Scientists are becoming more convinced of their existence. Have you heard of the Loch Ness Monster in Scotland? ‘Nessie’ for short has been recorded on sonar from a small submarine, described by eyewitnesses, and photographed by others. Nessie appears to be a plesiosaur.”); Alexander Trevi, “Gamma Gardens”, at Pruned, 3 Jul 012; Ben Watson, and Tom Raworth, as quote in Watson’s “Space: Address to the Cambridge Poetry Summit 9-11 January 2004”, at quid 15; Stina Kajaso, “Ny ordning”, at SONOFDAD, 3 Jul 012; James Schuyler, “Nell Blaine: The View from 210 Riverside Drive”, as quoted in Bill Berkson, “Schuyler entries”, at Jacket2, 30 Jun 012; Keston Sutherland, “Eleven Edit”, at quid 11]

Comments

[Satyendra]

Nov24 we are spanish theecars from Mallorca and we love your special art. We usually work with poetry and worked on a BRITISH COUNCIL poetry initiative called Give us back our Planet to integrate Poetry and Environment Protection. If you need a pilot school for any projects dont hesitate to contact us!