Counter-Memory

The end is a term the hand searches for

2009-08-30T18:56:00.000-07:00

The exile’s role is serious itself

it’s to hold dimmed the sky of a 3 am

looking-out on last treetops. This was when

I lifted lost streets

Problems direct opposites vases, bowls,

plates, and boxes where thinking suddenly

stops in a part and is laden with every

ghosting voice and other trimming

Arts divulge the manufactory gauge

their force spent in past appraisals made me

similar to dwelling places, furniture,

and clothes

Elite fabricants generalize the

terrors born of bread and over-determining

every stroke on a pleased solidarity

cease to understand our longing but we

do understand it. Instrumental idols

share industry made clockwork in articulated

lioness air alight in balconies

of cottonwood and brick the howling factory

of the present gone monstrous on behalf

of insurgent futures. Thus each sound and

each moment came to turn falteringly

and mount to the other

Telegraphy unites wealth. Journey in

rustle of a silver rattling Dodge which

followed foreground while its tip remains invisible

snared in the asphalt vanishings of the street

Skyward this storm meted by the agonies

of a near - my hand can still dream of this

move - violently against the grain

It is not the world that makes things possible

2009-08-30T18:52:00.000-07:00

Being new to realize the zero-point

emancipated air pollute becoming -

azure appoint inscribed embodiment

Substance the factory of social

policy - essence the civil architecture

of worlds - be given anew to release us

air thus sere appoint

Hesitate between opposite and

system - dystopia control the avant-

garde of empire - sea-rope wound dead's scribe

in bode anent

Glass curfews web the wall of incapacity

science both métier and drug - beg

a night’s release else of issue ere rapt anoint

Glass curfews wall the web of concern

incapacity of outrage parts the - serry

open fount tain of crimes’ simplified bent

Or in genuine relish - or is

sorrow abhorred - doorframe and sill detour

caress - being neutralize the zero-

point - zero-point inscribe embodiment

Glass animal silence

2009-08-30T18:51:00.000-07:00

Émigré crickets beat in glass of sagebrush

dusk a damp tattoo high in chitinous whines

where you follow warm hours supposed in animal

twilight

World away scours sour grass spirits books

topsy-turvy full through silence of heavy

orbits and exile flows concerning empire

same actually other detourn caress.

Yet your civil fingers take my wrist long time

lost like itself, idle in animal science

of contiguity and what happens is

that my early – my other –

Emancipated tongues web objectivity,

a glass, momentous backhoe even more performing

animal evidence, I – and prestigious

air pollution mouths Midwest daylight time if

only you were - only.

Dire arch of reified spirit - isolation

of historical substance close later to

consciousness - my magic country my early

my eyes - but there are rhetorics my violence

won’t break on but passing cars break in sheaves of

road-wet dust

If only you were resident in guerrilla

instrumentality - glass, animal silence

divulge possibly human otherness.

Dream, I do mind dying

2009-08-30T18:49:00.000-07:00

Commercial air-flows can wound - clearly

address suburban flight - silence can

waste fear

In driving inclemencies rain drops

dead in black amaranth domain of

a moment’s dark dwelling - come mere sea

shell lair full waves scan new wind

Hollywood test-tube revelations

acquired or reveal - the tranquil evil

of horizons hiss silence - estuarine

crows skim west of air

Freeze the question’s bequest a militant

harm perpetuating decline calm

mercy’s isles hear flawed skin’s sound

Despite myself I dwelt the day dire

human chorus designee of the

morrow’s immediate deriving

sigh - oil in sea’s canopy haste offer rare

Deaths the resource of owners disquiet

a wide ecology to neutralize

opacities of every quality.

A world presupposes

2009-08-30T18:32:00.000-07:00

One manifest means - text, whiteness

of realism – a world presupposes

a moment – the morrow – only

Guerilla character of the

prestigious regime – one formalist

utopia of the pencil

epoch, manifest backhoe, barricade

of earth-deposits – means own man

of vast mines seamed

Favorable tremor of tongue

sniffs origin – moment trophy

of isolation – o mum minute

the more, our owned lee

Telephone basis, the morrow

school the abstract consciousness of

jargon – unmanned office-tomb wean

only violence, superstructures’

first uneven accumulation

of us – imam anthem oar our

row-tone seas

One emancipated air pollute

becoming – dialectic relationship

unearth – o enamored, manifest,

who – of two – one face

embower in means

Immanent humor, aurora

of an evening: a world presupposes

one manifest means, a moment –

the morrow – only

Thirteen Reductions: This is Just to Say

2009-08-30T15:04:00.000-07:00

ð ð ð ð ð ð ɪ ɪ ɪ ɪ ɪ ɪ s s s s s s s s s s s z z dʒ ə ə ə ə ə ə ə ə ə ə ə t t t t t t u u e e e ay ay h æ æ æ æ v v v i i i i n n n n p p l l l l m m w w w w w r r r r r r b b b b a k k d d d d č y ɑ ŋ f f f ɔ ɛ g š o o o

s s s s s s s s s s s ə ə ə ə ə ə ə ə ə ə ə ð ð ð ð ð ð ɪ ɪ ɪ ɪ ɪ ɪ t t t t t t r r r r r r w w w w w æ æ æ æ i i i i n n n n l l l l b b b b d d d d e e e v v v f f f o o o z z u u p p m m dʒ h a k k č y ɑ ŋ ɔ ɛ

s ə ð ɪ t r w æ i n l b d e v f o z u p m dʒ h a k č y ɑ ŋ ɔ ɛ

ð ɪ s z ə t u e ay æ v i n p l m w r b a k d f o

ð ð ð ð ð ð s s s s s s s s s s s z z dʒ t t t t t t v v v n n n n p p l l l l m m w w w w w r r r r r r b b b b k k d d d d f f f

ə ə ə ə ə ə ə ə ə ə ə ɪ ɪ ɪ ɪ ɪ ɪ æ æ æ æ i i i i e e e o o o u u

dʒ h a k č y ɑ ŋ ɔ ɛ g š k

dʒ h k č ŋ g š

a y ɑ ɔ ɛ

hæv wɪč sevɪŋ fərgɪv dəlɪšəs

aysbɑks yu fɔr brɛkfəst

ðɪs ðə ðæt ðə ðe ɪz ɪn wɪč sevɪŋ fərgɪv dəlɪšəs ðɪs dʒəst aysbɑks sevɪŋ dəlɪšəs so swit so ɪz pləmz dʒəst pləmz wər prɑbəbli brɛkfəst fərgɪv wər dəlɪšəs dʒəst tu itən ðæt swit tu yu se sevɪŋ ðe ay aysbɑks

hæv ðæt ænd ænd hæv sevɪŋ fərgɪv itən prɑbəbli mi swit itən ɪn ænd ænd pləmz prɑbəbli pləmz prɑbəbli dəlɪšəs kold pləmz mi wər wɪč wər wər swit wər wər prɑbəbli fɔr brɛkfəst wər fərgɪv aysbɑks brɛkfəst prɑbəbli aysbɑks brɛkfəst kold ænd dəlɪšəs ænd kold fɔr brɛkfəst fərgɪv

so so kold

ðɪs ɪz dʒəst tu se

ay hæv itən ðə pləmz ðæt wər ɪn ðə aysbɑks ænd wɪč
yu wər prɑbəbli sevɪŋ fɔr brɛkfəst fərgɪv mi ðe wər dəlɪšəs so swit ænd so kold

Time and again the world is the same

2009-08-29T14:38:00.000-07:00

The objects of our attention - we their

raw eye - under the touch of kiln-thrown fig

ures - her bustled dress cannot be settled

cheaply

Noteworthy appears something involuntar

y - sense retained directly out of “may” - The

strip mall would be opened so that sirens

or the cries have a dance

Exchange stages difference - astonish

ing languges with suspicion - Object

switch directly out of object - the eye

in cowed interrment begins

Does the tendency of my hand writing

the line is distorted into the world

on the beeswax candle and the creek stones

sense murder

First out of elements related we

fondly stretch out our arms with a kind of

open assay that colder rousing binds

us - exits only in the air

Figures form constellations - suddenly

in ornamental proximity to

displacement it may be that this question

nested in the abrupt from arms rib-boned

captions frame ages lower windows sep

arated the adjacent system of

mirrors created the illusion that

this thing we are experiencing was

transparent to a body of solid

brass and finally to death and to oth

ers who die - veracity from the table

I simply prefer not to enter between

the doorway and the name of generations

But in the interruption he did not

remember simultaneity of before and after

was perception growing ponderously

Every stone I discovered as the sense

of nearness which a little earlier

had still suddenly grew heavy

Not harmony but that whispering as

one gives the constellation which his own

era has formed of impulsively strong

wings conditions of something appears

Out of touched those contention of of seems

winks another certain mental things

where we perceive each hand’s eschewing of

event he sees one stone at dawn

The moral force of adumbration and

just as the lover first embraces those

things in which he was never to share - this

boundless engaged discussing

What is at stake is like something out of

a wanted weakening - the sense of those present

seemed willing to assert its claim to the

disapproval

Eyes murder the outside has a flair for

fact there strewn present the shape fashion in

strange in reconciliation

What is pleasure - an effort to relieve

the tension between anything that would

threaten - excludes their utterances and

their bodies

What concerns us in ambiguous a

cross the sky the axis tense of a daubed

wall is beguilement although smile submerged

eyes will always instigate from transla

tion

I would resemble the porcelain which

I had enveloped for be begins be

guilements imagination simultan

eously the luminous something it

had promised me another travel im

agined in reverse bears oneself orna

mental resistance

Time and again the world is the same no

matter yielding somewhat where it stirs in

the thickets of the past hour it is a

hope approaching untouched order

Vivid diminished intensity as

in red the storm caught luminous sense ir

resistibly propels the phenome

non of déjà vu as it has often

been described as hunger set as oblique

axis oblique fatigue indulged

One has only to look at the one to

think to see their reckoning contests us

when he faces

Victorian flats with picture windows

precess exotic stasis first bees hum

ming grotesque phenomena from holi

days in exile

There was the encounter of the other

this like double if not blissful few would

be able to guess how sad one

had to be in order to understand

At all one window said like myself is

if not lost but becoming weak of new

concerning the function of thought transla

tion itself what would the world be like

Mannequin digressions partner what cred

ited mouths - what would the world be like o

bedient to lie to or to produce this

word

What one is having beliefs about chill

in this shoulder is precisely - chill in

this feeling myself - merely perception

growing ponderously in that after

wards café despite hunger through sluggish

friends’ presence - is precisely this other

Root to thoughts displacement imagines dis

guises the room disguises itself - more

took room darker - diminished expression

imagines apartment corridor wher

ever I looked I saw myself in the

modern urban dwelling

Influence consciously astonishing

perceived moments like double - therefore what

secret heliotropism refused stub

bornly to believe the darkness it cre

ated by the moon’s approach - atmosphere

rudiments compulsive the iride

scent while

I did not absorb much of what minutes

only they seem strewn with loss leading to

over in the cellar floor our exit

from the train stylize words here somewhat but

but when I tired of this game I could al

ways find something like two seconds at the

close of the only situations are

still before one searches one seem something

How much was promised by the thoughts which were

developing here but those that of its

layers cover me

Bow hands and sing

2009-08-29T13:59:00.001-07:00

Speech cross-cut splitting and re-splitting word

and line lain out to map in gridded chains

a lexicon of wasp nests and

the rains haven’t wet And And And And And

bears forth black mold and silverfish pile up

in pipe smoke Unfated points

of knot, a slip over-hung Grammar of

such dwelling as much speaks us as is spoken

in-dwelling of language as much habitation

as line of flight Movement in draws into

conflict couples a strip of light under

the bedroom door and their sedimented

agons in courtyards and in which a lamp

is burning a million molecules astir

toward all possible anywheres

Secrecy of work

2009-08-29T10:30:00.000-07:00

Hell is they celebrate the new skyline

of New York real as a symbol of adult.

The Cumberland Plateau at 7 am,

where before they cursed it sunny and cloud

less as a symbol of all that had gone

wrong than when I descended into clouds

half storm half fog. That which is communi

cation from the hope I make enough to

night so that the secrecy of work is

in an instant instinctively. I nev

er have to work again(st) the earth’s surface.

"You making money tonight?" Her glance of

the means means place gone was rudimentar

y existence. It is there is always that

not so much a chorus as somehow to

recognize the object perceived who ex

tends my hand. Position different in on

ly arms and it in its that distant know

ing instant. The murmur of sense always

makes the surfaces of stammerings an

effort to silence resonance.

Morning some letters and words from the noise

that is internal. I don't know if it

was a part of the semi that had burned

or a car. Distant relaxed sense that had

been struck. To whom repetition elapsed

our talking in our (always an) outside

r ordered afters. Different he lift of

his own by this entering into by

the tractor-trailer in an effort I

cannot return.

"You had the pretzel honey?" reads descends

reading the joking come-on I didn't

make. She was pregnant or drinking water

or I drank fifteen pints and read Vassil

y Grossman. Place reads. They are images

of our positions or movements.

Gus Flaubert’s Blues

2009-08-29T10:25:00.000-07:00

“There’s another flaw in that “best-case”

death scenario I was describing”

Things, I mailed myself in a dream, dream – All
practical worlds fall out, struck – It’s an irregular
case – Investigate the threshold

Your thumbs administer the violence of
the letter, industry of words’ doing,
and police hands drag coward affect away

It’s a fathomless strait – A killer feels
deserted – A killer dares winds imaginary
across the closed buds of flowers and interested

thought rewritten as a letter ducks theodicy,
bucks the crime, intent on the scene: Think thatch-
mattressed bed in postures of beginning –

Think clot-blooded Sybil of death increasing –
Think insulting films – spilled ink, weapons – think
anything – It’s an irregular case –

Softly go the razored bones of the dead,
ill sung, fixing amorous theses –

Thumb decidedly.

Landscape For a Good Prisoner

2009-08-29T10:24:00.001-07:00

Adopted into years that never lay
so frozen as when, ancient in our
mutual, deficient administration,

we hove, chill in the bother of a disliked,
industrious year, little in our knowing,
now north, now forty, one bad arm and one

affable brain between us, timeless and
undulate, close in to the guard of icy,
un-shedding trees.

We never made it out, really – the years
of awaiting the years, storms, anybody’s
blessing – the bedsteads attacked with jacked-up

hacksaws as they arrived - the tellers, ancient
and beloved, of our mutual and
deficient administration led back,

chastened and unmistakably turned. Anybody’s
young skywriting, you once said, from the outside,
our harmless glasses sought to know, but lost

in fields of unappeasable trying,
a tardy utterance admits of nothing
once good.

Sick with yards of aching, our own guards now
hustle in adopted years hustle, unlove fixed
in nothing, eyes little in their sure knowing.

In Three

2009-08-29T10:19:00.000-07:00

Quiet concede the energy of stir
ring, tranquil and ticked in obvious, griz
zly digits.

The empty middles of all these
beds.

Posture of limbs describe the point where
parallel lines matted in night’s rat-rust
les reckon everybody’s empty mean.

Aged and doubled and dazed and nervous in
replacing.

Desert an austere effort to quit the
nervous mystery of roaring bells.

Roiling refusal of arch eyelids to

explain. Drowned in lines receding from a

squeamish observer, frozen modesty

of a roaring other.

Craze of friendlier eyelids press down. Angled

bones excavated seem to come together

in eights.

Every airy eye move books to shut. A
departed zoo rushed only in dozens.

Original rime a break or open
space. Notes run quickly now. As in a sur
face might a blessing edge abscond yearning.

A roar noted, dropped.