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Earliest
Worlds
Excerpt
Thus,
Speak the Chromograph
Saying:
One night in a cloud chamber
I discovered a thing: that a thing (I used to have
a crown
of light) a thing could be more
than True, and more again
than False, a thing
could carry its name
with a ticket of lights
called Possible: In a cloud chamber, particles
are betrayed
by movement and water vapors
leave
trails. Discovered: when matter and its antithesis
come
together, a disappearing
flash of light: (our share of night to
ear) (I mean what I say): In contempt
of the Law of All
Excluded Thirds: laws are not
symmetrical in the forward and the back
(of time). On which side
are they stacked? and the sky also
(is what made Hart Crane
so crazy in the heart) continued to pile up
clouds without account, a mass of gasses with nothing
scribbled under them; a song in the middle
of the crystal
cavatina. We hardly had any bones then. Did
Hart Crane have bones? If so, which kind? And
how far down? It was written
in the boned hours, the Book of Weeds, a treatise on
leaving
the house at dusk, when all buildings have already had
time enough
to fit themselves back into shadows. As if there
were only:
dusk-to-dusk, between dusk-and-dust
where no animals asserted themselves
as separate from the day, and the night
comes again, as it always
has done. The fact was that
I could not follow the map––because the Book
of Nature was written
in math’s un-
certain language, author of black
rains, why the naked
eye
unclothed
can see
between math’s limits
why
a baby’s bones are soft
as pudding when first let out
of the water & take
a long tim
to harden, you can flatten
a newborn
’s skull by placing it
on a board, the death-hole
of the cranium takes
6 months to close
and then grow brittle
In describing the last
arc of the last
circumference: I miss(ed) that halo.
(How long it took to understand rivers
run toward the sea)
I always took shadow for shelter, not “umbrage” for
anger. Shadow: “dark zone created by an opaque body
which intercepts the rays of a luminous source (above
all that of the sun).” There is shade, partial shade,
to throw or cast a shadow, of houses, trees, or leaves.
There is no coin of shade in this place; a hemisphere
plunged in it. In my arena: a darkened cone is cast
by an asteroid / star. Who was once made in the shade,
a man makes some; in the “shadow of the old oak,” lock
him up and throw away the key in places and places of,
prisons of shadow or shade. Misprision. To put in silver’s
shadow (safe keep). In the “shadow of” there is no more
me to speak of her or you. Now I will seek, now I will
give, now I will eclipse your sun. Gray, a color serving
to shade. We cannot see these contours. Earth of Shadow,
there is something in this picture, it carries an inconvenience,
a threat, a black stain. There was a light sky which
made a dark shade on the lips. Certain details were
left out (in shadow or in shade). In the night doubly
crossed by shadows and the deep street he remains in
shade, in a situation obscured, unknown, in that which
weaves in darkness, secretly made; forgetfulness, I
will come out of this shadow. Relative shadow casts
a body on the surface of a (another) body. Afraid: the
lengthening shadow I carry up hills. Of inseparable
friends: like a body and its Chinese shadow on a screen.
You cannot tell the race of this person. Meridian shadow,
the shortest, that at noon. A hint, a trace. The shadow
being considered a changing apparition, transitory and
trompe l’oeil, pain and pleasure pass (a shadow). Prey
to shadows, fragile. Seeking, kissing shade. All is
accorded to a presence or absence of sun. In certain
beliefs, apparition of a person who walks in death.
Feeble reflection (that of summer). Thin. Its mouth
is smaller.
Essay: At Night the Autoportrait
Each evening from my bed I calculated & compared
the state of my soul with the state
of Kansas, because a place also
carries a name. Did my body make an objection
to traveling
across
Texas internal conditions in which
I abstracted myself Chicago
I never had to force myself to immigrate to the inside
thought // like a possum // playing dead // leaving
as little as possible living
at a surface // which might be burned //
a lamp, a desk . . . entered the eye . . . to prove
something . . . was going on . . .
outside the skin Baltimore
Deployed
over the gutted city: an immense crude sky, scene
of some crime or other, a brusk separation parented
by nature knowing nothing or understanding
nothing requires some concentration except
the things the heart can do
directly Between the dark
& the bed approaching each place or thing my eyes
(a body) must accustom themselves anew . . . . . . If
a being could be the product
of a ground one tastes, then I was Texas developing
a vague science of joy or beauty
Forgetting the particulars that make it go
a paysage abandons a window to get an inkling
of the sky or the sky’s
second elbow
My Love: Odelet
I want to say something about my love. My love is
Not where I am.
Please come in.
Breaker circuit breaker my love is
each each teaspoon in your jeans is
ever you bend down dreamy My love
is my enemy? Dummy drop
your colors, his strings rustle
in a miraculous pieces that my love is
long & I love his long body
& its hairs. My love is
not my enemy & dummy drop
& the longest, yellowest light
He is when it hits the earth
at the longest angle, its
ankles. My love is like talking, &
evening, people, he is a tall
& tall geranium & then evening
comes before the Corinth & many birds.
My loved love taped a butterfly to a
hall a wallpaper. I did. I want to say
he is my shoulders drank from the spring
they drank from him & concurrently
riding on his shoulders from where I see
something Green, Greece, I see
everything. Then he sees the middle
of the universe which is like seeing into the center
of a piece of bread, he got burned
(because it’s hot / cold there). My love, I have
a stomachache tonight & wish you were here
to scold me. My love is like talking to think
of the tall geraniums & then the sea
but I still think some things like
my love is like being thinking alone
(it’s that private) I want to stand
on my love, I want to stand on his legs, I want to stand
on, my
friends
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