specificity --- fugitivity --- counter-hegemony The unhappiness has to be made alive before anything can happen conjugation of language of bodies of space suspension of chronological imperative i exist in excess of expectation a suspension of certainty beyond myself
chyros/chaos
concurrence + constellation
+ opportunity
for a disjointed trembling being with but not yet arrival continues it persists
history spirals fear of freedom the return discomfort as an aesthetic strategy
it is a tidal problem a problem of tides the question has priority over the answer
is the horizon an enclosure? The unhappiness has to be made alive before anything can happen
BITTER KNOWLEDGE
IMPRINTS ON THE
SHUDDERING OF
THINGS THAT FLEE
INTO THAT OPENING
LEADING TO A RIVER
LEADING TO AN OPEN SEA
it begins again i say there was light i say she can’t handle what she wants i say people can’t handle what they want the most they are found sat at the ecstatic edge of something to be known blue skies ahead the spring is tragically here we can only see violence in its aftereffects it is there, a feeling, a feeling, we saw the sun set at the edge of the park there are these rites that bind us the absurd hero is the one who continues despite knowing the truth the neverending carousel of lust and suffering
FRAIL TOOTH SWIVELS
ROTATES IN THE BACK
OF MY MOUTH LOOKING
FOR ITS PLEASURE
BITTER KNOWLEDGE
IMPRINTS ON THE
SHUDDERING OF
THINGS THAT FLEE
INTO THAT OPENING
LEADING TO A RIVER
LEADING TO AN OPEN SEA
my mother’s grief was primitive and all-encompassing: it sucked the oxygen out of the air
outside, there was in the nighttime air a clarity, a softness and a fullness, a thickness, sweet and sticky, that intensified the magical isolation and that easily became a conduit. imaginings of large meaning
that is: things always ended badly but there was grandeur in the disaster. the point of the romances was precisely that life is tragic
AN OBJECT LESSON
IN LETTING GO
ARMS BROKEN
OVER EMBRACING
CLOUDS THE END
OF SPACE & ITS MIDDLE
EVERYTHING EVEN YOUR
ABSENCE SEEMED POLISHED
AND THE NIGHT THICKENED
i have no one else to blame for this but myself a front row seat to this heartbreak time and time you learn the same lesson in the car i asked how did that feel you say you like a little punishment but it was unclear whose it would be i nod noted filed in the back of the head for some other day to return to
but then where were you when it fell down how long did it take you to get here was it days or weeks and when was it that you decided
I GIVE YOU THIS SEA
OF EBONY GIVE ME BACK
THE BLUE THE SKY BLACK
OCEAN OUR SOUNDING
PORT PLUNGE MY HEAD
FUTILE GROPINGS RESEMBLING
OBSCURE FIELDS SWEETNESS
OF AUTHORITY OF FLESH
INACCESSIBLE BLUE
KEEPS A PLACE GAUCHE
AND WEAK BOTH GOODNESS
AND CRIME THE SUNSET AND
DAWN SHAKE IN THE AIR
WARM AS THE SUN
consumed by a sense of loss so primeval mother had taken all grief into her. everyone’s grief. grief had filled her, and emptied her. a conduit. a remarkable fluidity, sensual and demanding. explosive behavior was common among us, tender comfort a difficulty. a new calendar had begun: the first time it snowed after, the first time it rained, the first green of summer. came into the apartment door, slumped onto the kitchen counter then onto the couch where she instantly sank into a depression she welcomed like a warm bath. it was as though she had worked all day to earn the despair waiting faithfully for her
I CRAVE YOU IN THE MOST
INNOCENT FORM
THICKER THAN PITCH
ALL MY PLEASURES
PACKED TIGHT AND
SWARMING THE BANAL
CANVAS NOT BOLD
ENOUGH TO GUSH
FORTH AM I TO
ABANDON THIS
BOTTOM OF DEEP SEAS
