Then dot the plain. 186,282 cooped-up angels tall as appletrees. Álvar Núñez Cabeza de Vaca says, “I refrain from making a long story of it. Any one can imagine what might be experienced in a land so strange, like cybernetics reassembles globally and organically worker functions in the overall pulverized microdecisions individual: the ‘bit’ strong atom worker to ‘digits’ of the ‘Plan’. To sleep they enter the white cells. These are hollowed out in the rock-face by hundreds of thousands. These concentric openings are tangential. The women travel there at full speed. The women travel there rapidly, at full speed in fact. Naked, their hair covering their shoulders, they choose their places as they climb. It is possible to lie down in the cell, which resembles an egg, a sarcophagus, an O in view of the shape of its aperture. Several can stay there together gesticulating, singing, sleeping. It is a place of privileged sanctuary though not sealed off. The isolation of one cell from another is such that, even if one bangs with all one’s might against the ovoid wall, the sound of the blows is not perceived in the adjacent cell. When one is lying down in the cell it is impossible to discern the occupants of the other cells. Before the general retirement for the night confused murmurs of voices are heard, then, distinctly, the phrase, This order must be changed, forcefully repeated by thousands of voices. Be careful with those Gatorade ions, please. When I opened the door / I found the vine leaves / speaking among themselves in abundant / whispers, and the dredge-jet printer spraying archipelagos along the big river’s length.
Freed from all obligations,
Set out to seek his fortune,
Which, me know, my children,
Means seek adventure.
Spying Tristan & Juliet on the swell,
He made himself into a cod,
& dispossessed them of their coracle.
By hook & by crook, by God.
Orisons of sailors more pious
tested Japheth’s tempest-sped brains,
till his Saviour grew overgenerous
& swift He was forgot.
Crabbers, whalers, trawlers — but all lived
Nowadays in Rawls’s Original Position;
“We prefer not to select,” they said.
They had not one resource of Earth,
And woven within their Veil,
A quality not unlike mirth.
He would not stay, but made sail.
Amphibious. Japheth traverses the sea in a Frog Ark, which may or may not be the coracle he stole from Tristan and Juliet, making his way to Spain, reminding us that Isidore, Archbishop of Seville, traced the origin of western civilization back to him. Like Lorca in Andalusia, Japheth sets out for the sun and is almost immediately executed by the Civil Guard: “After a whole month was done | He ventured out into the sun | But a guardsman shot him in the head. | Could it be that Japheth lay dead?” Not at all. “The headwound had reprogrammed” him. You know what they say:
Tin is a soft, lustrous metal which becomes brittle when heard.
Edgar divided the dainties among the fiends.
Dick wept farther and further into the dense wood.
“Y . . r D . . K,” and
“Recalculating” is the term some satnav systems use when you take a wrong turn and the journey has to be replotted, from “The Jew is a textual construction” to “We aced the shit out of that asshole” to “It was a fork in the road, but he had always favored spoons … ” to “Strike because it’s not fun to tango alone.” I can’t say much now on account of this corroded connection, but tonight I can tell you this: Expect showers or heavy thunderstorms in the area, with temperatures steadily falling to 75 degrees. Tonight, expect to find in the center of one of your bedsprings something like a mouth by turns inverted from source-code to toolkit. It was like trying to vomit one’s own shadow or flay oneself with hands that felt like fins. Well, not snow as we know it. It’s a basalt frost remnant of metals that vaporized in the atmosphere.
[Note: Sources: Ronald Johnson, “Beam 1”, in ARK; JBR, but see next; Álvar Núñez Cabeza de Vaca, epigraph to Anne Boyer, “The Relacion of Anne Boyer:”, in The Romance of Happy Workers; JBR; Romano Alquati, “Organic Composition of Capital and Labor-Power at Olivetti (1961)”, quoted in Italian in Matteo Pasquinelli, FB comment, 24 Nov 013 (tr. Google); Monique Wittig, Les Guérillères (tr. Devid Le Vay); Druscilla Sullivan, FB comment, 24 Nov 013; Denise Levertov, “Aware”, in The Collected Poems of Denise Levertov (eds. Paul A Lacey and Anne Dewey); Geoff Manaugh, “Flywheel Landscapes, Energy Reserves, 3D-Printed Urban Caves, and the British Exploratory Land Archive”, at BLDG/BLOG, 24 Nov 013; JBR; Harvey Joseph and Lindsay James (Jow Lindsay and James Harvey), Sea Adventures, or, Pond Life, and Richard Owens, quoted in Owens’ “Sea Adventures, or, Pond Life”, at Damn the Caesars, 24 Nov 013; JBR; Ron Padgett, “The Complete Works”, “Y . . r D . . K,”, quoted in John Yau, “Why I Am a Member of the Ron Padgett Fan Club”, at Hyperallergic, 24 Nov 013; JBR; Marjorie Perloff, and Charles Bernstein, quoted in Perloff’s FB post, 24 Nov 013; JBR; Michael Leong, “Ghost Poems”, at ink node; Lawrence Giffin, “In Loco Parentis”, at ink node; Lisa Winter, “The Most Extreme Weather In the Solar System”, at I Fucking Love Science, 11 Nov 013]