Wednesday, April 10, 2024

 Theory and Practice


There isn't

much which


doesn't make

me anxious.



Monday, April 8, 2024

 

I Want To Talk About You

 

You are

a figment,

               

                 jammy

signal interference,

 

an odor –

raw scent.

 

*

 

You/us.

 

We are

entangled but

 

discontinuous

in what

 

is felt,

what seen.

 

*

 

There is

no I,

 

no one

to know,

 

without what

you do.

 

What will

you make

 

of me?

 

*

 

No one’s

a list. 

 

Nonetheless one

segments in-

 

to parts

and patterns.

 

*

 

Let’s talk

about our

 

borders and

those who

 

haunt us.

 

 

Wednesday, February 28, 2024

Rest in peace Lyn Hejinian:  https://english.berkeley.edu/news/remembering-lyn-hejinian-0

Sunday, February 18, 2024

 

Eros and Iteration

 

I is, am, iterations.

Desires, missteps,

 

discombobulations

assemble, reassemble

 

and come

to resemble practice.

 

Initiation slash iteration.

Like a version.

 

Over and

over again.

 

*

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

A tall

version

 

afraid

of heights.

 

A version

haunted by

 

childhood epilepsy’s

seizures’ auras.

 

A wobbly

straight version

 

with streaks

of trans - lucence.

 

*

 

The bottom

falls out

 

from the top.

 

 

 

*

 

Bitter root

 

of not about.

 

*

 

Mutable

provisional theaters

 

and other

impulse structures.

 

*

 

Compulsion slash convulsion as recognition

 

Compulsion slash convulsion as explanation

 

Compulsion slash convulsion as method

 

*

 

 

Don’t believe

in ghosts,

 

know that

you are haunted.

 

*

 

Bodies

pressed against

 

other bodies

 

make psycho –

sexual palimpsests.

 

*

 

Awkwardness of

acting out

 

in front

of others.

 

Messiness

of sex.

 

*

 

Find

a form

 

of

getting lost.

 


 

 

Saturday, January 27, 2024

 

Preface to an Unwritten Epic Poem

 

The shin bone’s

connected to

the ozone.

 

The ozone’s

connected to

the Twilight Zone.

 

The Twilight Zone’s

connected to

the hose on

 

the legs

of our heroine.

 

Sunday, January 21, 2024

 Waiting


Waiting by myself

to be rescued


from myself


I found

a new measure.

Wednesday, December 20, 2023

 

Imagine

 

a father

(or mother)

 

who believes

in you.

 

~

 

Remember

 

nothing is

 

ever finished,

noone fulfilled.

 

~

 

Consider

 

the situation

 

apart from

the spectacle.

 

~

 

Act

 

as if

you care.

 

~