What made him think the phone was ringing? He often spoke a tentative greeting into it, as if he expected it was trying to ring. Or suppressing a ring – someone was trying to reach him. Does him index me? We do not see the real motion, for it speeds thru space, along with the whole family. I had a dream last nite I was supposed to recite Brian Kim Stephans’s poems somewhere and I couldn’t find them. You were in it! That’s all I can remember. Should I cook up that spaghetti? Any day now, billions of cicadas with bulging red eyes will crawl out of the earth after 17 years underground and overrun the East Coast of the USA. I guess it’s not quite like take care fake bear torque cake, and yet that’s why they got take care fake bear torque caked so young. I thought plantings was paintings, as in These garments are handmade with illegal paintings. They isolate small islands inside themselves. On each island a small village. In a room in one village a man is writing: … the removal of the pulp from the root of my rotting tooth followed by a round of oral surgeries which were themselves followed, ultimately, followed one could say inevitably, followed one could say inexorably by the extracting of my ruined tooth, the lancing of the enormous boil on my scrotum by the top-ranked specialist in the city, framed magazine covers on his office walls showed his dignified face captioned with the phrase Top-Ranked Specialists … What’s the setting for a grape sherbet poem / that’s also about a haunted baby? Want a slim core? How moist. The unseen particle – Did it interpose a screen that subdued the light, & is this yet another screen? I was at the end of some tether – & the tangible life, not alienate those, morning under effort, harassed or late, I’m brushing my teeth to get your blood out of my mouth ///////////////////// don’t worry. I’m starting to sell some fucked-up shit on ebay so that I can buy some more fucked-up shit on ebay. It’s a vicious circle, and a sign that I probably need help. Regardless, my decapitated, possibly-haunted broken robot is already at $46 and that pays for at least a dozen lightly-used glass eyeballs. Also, the shipping is $25 in the US (it’s crazy heavy because of the motor on the bottom) or free if you just want the dismembered head. The final stanza in the 1962 version reads: Patriarchs till now immobile / In heavenly wools / Row off as stones or clouds with the faces of babies. [Humpback whales suspend themselves upside down and perpendicular to the direction of sea currents before they begin to sing.] Like the six-frame drift of sound from an image that repudiates wilful disbelief. Like value unsynced from the going rates. All I know is I no longer fear extraterrestrials because they consider us a protected species and that’s pretty cool! But in order to reach the infield, we first had to fight our way through a tunnel that smelled like a rotting asshole — the air was filled with cigar and cigarette smoke, vomit, and bourbon. Caitlin asked me if we were in hell. Naturally, people started chanting “USA! USA! USA!”, which really pissed her off. “I hate this weird communism stuff. Why are they doing this? Do they want to feel powerful by hearing their own voices? Are they doing this by default? What does USA! USA! have to do with anything?” She told me all of this while holding an imaginary microphone. In this sadness we are not alone. In this happiness, together. Straight, long, trees are stripped, are best, for electric lines, the hardware, bolts, and crossbar easily attacked, smoking, the transformers films coasted through madmen. Ibn Battuta received gifts as he traveled, some of which were people, and animals, the very things that still exist today.
[Note: Sources: Aaron Kunin, Grace Period: Notebooks 1998-2007 (back cover); JBR; Edmund Berrigan, “The Movements of Stars & Galaxies”, in “San Francisco Diary”, and in “Cross Examination (side a)”, in Can It!; Seth Borenstein, “Eastern US to be overrun by billions of cicadas (Update)”, at phys.org, 6 May 013; JBR, but see next; Heidi Lynn Staples, Take Care Fake Bear Torque Cake, at Caketrain; JBR, but see next; Anne Gorrick, “An Extended Environment with Metrical and/or Dimensional Properties”, at e.ratio; JBR, but see previous (I read island as village – now I can understand confusing plantings and paintings, they look somewhat alike but island and village?? I need to take a nap, I think); Robert Risman, A Textbook Case; TV ad seen out of the corner of my eye; something I overheard (where? IRL? TV? TV. Sports Center! In relation to a home run, of all things); C J Martin, “Untitled #17, 5-4-13”, at Rhyme Eats the Words, 6 May 013; James Ganas, “how much”, at pop serial 4; Jenny Lawson, “Fun with Ebay”, at The Bloggess, 6 May 013; anonymous, and Sylvia Plath, “Sheep in Fog”, Sylvia Plath’s ‘Sheep in Fog’ Drafts to Be Sold”, at Harriet, 6 May 013 (the stanza quoted here was cancelled and replaced by another in the final version); David Seymour, “David Seymour: With Love, Jan”, at Lemon Hound, 6 May 013; John Sakkis, “Fight the Future”, at Tarpaulin Sky, ? May 013; Amira Asad, “The Kentucky Derby… On Acid!”, at Vice, 6 May 013; Lanny Quarles, “AIRPLANE. 1974. (The Quack or Tooth Puller)”, at Jellybean Weirdo With Electric Snake Fang, 6 May 013]