"Thing 1"

Wrong cold word, baby--sands they ikon off like
A breeding streak unportrayable
Death, Spetznaz, kissing daylight
Then & grom sweeping
Smoulders harl
Viral oobleck cadavatar slag
Continuing briskly puree with flashbangs
The lethal
Iron evil a rodent:
Ned or alive have/.

10 26 03
[This poem, like others in the series, sort of asks to be
set to music; i imagine something austere, sprechstimme,
like "Pierrot Lunaire", with a cappella intervals... It's time, i
think, for Language Poetry to start aiming at radio airplay.]

'If all things were turned to smoke, the nostrils would still
distinguish them.' --Herakleitos

'It is through those who live in the present that the present
exists.' --Simone Weil

"I have always found Angels have the vanity to speak of
themselves as the Only Wise; this they do with a confidant
insolence sprouting from systematic reasoning." --Blake

When everything's a symptom there's no way to change.
When everything's a cause there's no basis to decide. We
must straddle this dichotomy in order to be able to act.
Monism is achieved at the end of doing, and lasts for
one breath only. Then we start again.

The old men in front of the museum, trolling the fallen
leaves with metal detectors. I don't want to be famous,
i just want not to have wasted my time.

Why 2 brains? --Why 2 hands?

"Reason without intuitions is blind; intuitions without
reason are mad." --Kaufmann, Discovering the Mind,
II (1980)

In broken times, to do one thing well is hard enough, and
seems sufficient. Though there are dreams of unification
they will also be broken; the system will be incomplete.
But people who are also broken cannot perceive this.