28 April 2012
very hard on her. It would be hard
to know without my divulging how
well my scaffolding holds up.
Games of comparison are the most
reviling games and common, and
petty. "On the other side of us
is the train station, just drive
across and it's beneath the big arch."
He makes an arch with his arms.
She says something and reverses,
not leaning on him because he is weak.
26 April 2012
24 April 2012
the errors and the stakes that looked
like errors who ended up dead
ends: "I don't
regret it." But the best glory happens
at a distance. A director might film
something hideous: albino crocodiles
gory-eyed from toxic runoff
that you see yourself in, regretful,
ignition sparks issuing from the bad
choice to align yourself with that.
"I don't think alligators have a choice."
To glorify an error is typical and
blind like the crocodiles of the Rhine.
16 April 2012
That heavy bear who sleeps with me
- Delmore Schwartz
The grinding scream of trismus
As hope’s ugly hypotaxis
Shouted on trains in men’s voices,
Apologetic in text, shirking,
Overthought of, kept from slipping
In again; talk gets mutely hurt by
Big brown black bear dumb and futile
Even clawed. The grinding failure
Of missing out shoots three. A couple
Hours later another three get shot,
Then again in three then
Stop. It reeked of extinct uncle
Larry’s alcohols and thieved silver
dollars. This bear had that man’s eye.
These submitted him to death.
14 April 2012
There once was a man who was more of a young artist who was in the habit of willing his possessions. Only, he was wrong in that these things and feelings he willed were not his; or rather, that he could only truly will them once. To will the same possessions of his, first to one, then to another, he at first saw to be a flawless production; but it soon became apparent that in order wholly to give anything a second time to a second person, or a third to a third, he was obliged therein to take back from the first recipient his gift or thought or feeling. Such distribution charts proved wearisome, and the young artist grew irritable. For in his desire to give and to will things and feelings his own, he realized that in first giving them away he had relinquished true ownership of them. There were, as children said, No Get-Backs.
To undermine his own singularity in this respect, and un-ownership, the young artist deceived the first recipient of his gifts by replacing them one night with decoys of identical size and shape, and similar in texture; the true gifts he then bestowed, though in secret, upon their second recipient. These were well-received. All parties remained ignorant of how the true owner of things and feelings can only ever claim his poverty. Nothing belongs to the artist or the recipients of things and feelings. To unlock this fable, reconsider the second recipient as the first and the first as the second, and the artist ever himself, and the gift he possesses and bestows Infidelity.
05 April 2012
The opposite of fidelity. She sits
There, handsome. I drink
Acquaintance shoulders pass and
Into Brooklyn, I saw you were there