“Set its pace, a working to ward. Wholeness. Death. Sure, duping to be workable, got you.
A working toward wholeness, one best apprehend. Pithy. A perception of occupying a flow toward, ever always getting to.” Lovely fucking buzzing a mirror.
(Very long pause; sounds of traffic alter-
nate with vacuum cleaner turned on and off.)
Ima-
gine someone (SADU DAA OOO BLAA hm hm hm a kind of hank of hair, piece of bone, lung, and
el-
bow), mosquitoes swarming around as ever tho no water in the LUNATIC STARS,
what a thing once more to get away with (a journey along the rocks by the shores of A THOUSAND LIGHT BULBS GOING ON AND OFF IN A PRECISE RHYTHM), a presence “combining its process with an absence of product.”
I don’t try to extricate my gestures from their non-art
ORIGINS: “answer the dawn will you” I thought 1011
1111
11010
11110
101011 was a poem. At length my neck learns
the weight of my ass. A SAVAGE WAR IN THE LAND OF SO MANY MOTHERS. O the LO-cust-es are loud in the locust trees on Locust Street in Laaaaaawrence … [banjos] … as melting RADAR-SMELLS rush over your body, my architect asks me to stop referring
to him as my architect so: you’re now the line the scalpel makes. If so, then hence. Hence: Pass
me another lily, she says, chewing the last one down to the root. THEY KNOW WHAT JUSTICE IS BUT DESIRE FOR IT DOES NOT HAUNT THEM
[Note: Sources: Autopoietic recursion (“Autopoiesis” XLII-XLVII), SPD Fall 08 no. 3, starting w/ the last C and working back. John Crouse, Obstructs, as quoted in Nicholas Manning, review of Crouse’s Obstructs/Constitutes, at Galatea Resurrects 8; William Corbett, review of Helen Vendler, The Harvard Book of Contemporary American Poetry, as quoted in Kevin Gallagher, “Thinking Globally Acting Vocally” (review of Corbett’s All Prose), at Jacket 16; Clark Coolidge/Bernadette Mayer/Clark Coolidge, The Cave, as quoted in Marcella Durand, “Bernadette Mayer & Clark Coolidge: Correspondence & Collaboration”, at EPC; Cyrus Console, list of poem titles, “1011”, at Lawrence Poets, 31 October 2007; song lyric (?) as quoted by Joseph Harrington, editor of Lawrence Poets (this line is for Rhonda Neugebauer); CA Conrad, “rehab saved his life but drugs saved mine at the blue HOUR” at Coconut, and “Distorted Torque of Flora’s Red”, at ListenLight.net (I think that’s right); Jan Conn, “Amazonian Whites”, at Jan Conn.com]
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