Saturday, January 01, 2005

Start nixing this bunch.


nova what that black doing
van rain tyrant
quasar it dark

hollow star
junk what transplant mark night
vacuum luminous

a glass playground ghoul
black doing
spray it black

"Plutonian Nativity"

It was a snail of murmuring
arachnid paradox / abyss so
loathing dark coma

and all slim, gracious blind
king bug dragon
do but dark
carnivorous wind

transplant star?
last is sinking
find that tall child?
solar monday no

nothing doing good-old glacial who.
.poison god.
amphibian is sinking


dusting his wisdom
stalk was vacuum

grinning ghost
disastrous lungfish

glass continuum night crimson living
of spurting shadow

quark dark
.brain days that?

paradox transplant
black spray hard black

Friday, December 31, 2004

"How can people think that artists seek a name? A name, like a face, is something you have when you’re not alone. There is no such thing as an artist: there is only the world, lit or unlit as the light allows." --Annie Dillard, Holy the Firm (1977)

'To receive applause for works which do not demand all our powers hinders our
advance toward a perfecting of our spirit. It usually means that thereafter we stand still.' --Lichtenberg


-amphibian blood luminous in hard coma - fall
fall loathing
burning star giant many many
going nothing
nothing hard now

was triumphant asylum sinking what star.
glass loathing
nothing doing nothing
to hollow midight star can’t
labyrinth giant

/junk in that.
nova junk
shadow star
to transplant in that.

"Praying Badly"

carnivorous star
luminous coughing hustling hard
glacial blood
stumps hard and stalk

for last is soaring
glacial star
black junk soft with
soaring glass

dark continuum transplant burning
star wind
night with stark
coma transplant now to loathing not fungus all runic
.hustling of soft.

Tuesday, December 28, 2004


in glacial did nothing crispy
but color crackling vacuum
cryptic labyrinth
all down and nothing junk
to brain you drip soaring
to brain midnight
crimson midnight raw so color
of not out solar monday no
and) no off.

"Four Yarons into a Tribulation"

? do asylum grow so.
runic things
grinning past sharp stark plasma
of dusky soaring
cryptic sands?
giant star runic. of dusky living
stalk last
what coma
asylum was phantom
soaring to you stark

"Narrow Laughs"

crispy atrocity lost
that nova shaft dark
coma in asylum?

stark stalk continuum why junk how
blood so coughing with continuum
raw why wrong

you burning for it

Monday, December 27, 2004

I think about a holiday in which intimacy was sought and not satiation; a holiday for finding out, not filling up. Solitary illuminations without this vast compulsion of do what you should and don't ask why. I walk on a cold road, and cars roar past as if in stark pursuit. I slow down, astray.

"In Kulchur (Spring 1962) Jonathan Williams has an imaginary movie cast to play the modern poets--Edward Everett Horton as T. S. Eliot, Lon Chaney, Jr, as Robert Frost, Adolph Menjou as Edward Dahlberg, Cary Grant as James Laughlin. As Louis Zukofsky he casts Fred Astaire." --Charles Tomlinson, Some Americans (1981)

"Requiem for the Plantagenet Kings

For whom the possessed sea littered, on both shores,
Ruinous arms; being fired, and for good,
To sound the constitution of just wars,
Men, in their eloquent fashion, understood.

Relieved of soul, the dropping-back of dust,
Their usage, pride, admitted within doors;
At home, under caved chantries, set in trust,
With well-dressed alabaster and proved spurs
They lie; they lie; secure in the decay
Of blood, blood-marks, crowns hacked and coveted,
Before the scouring fires of trial-day
Alight on men; before sleeked groin, gored head,
Budge through the clay and gravel, and the sea
Across daubed rock evacuates its dead."

--Geoffrey Hill, For the Unfallen