Nichol - Zygal: a book of mysteries and translations

A Book of Mysteries and TranslationsbpNichol copyright bpNichol, 1985 This epub edition published in 2010. Electronic ISBN 978 1 77056 247 9. Published with the assistance of
the Canada Council and
the Ontario Arts Council CANADIAN CATALOGUING IN PUBLICATION DATA Nichol, B.P., 1944-1988
Zygal: a book of mysteries and translations Poems.
ISBN1-55245-086-4 I. Title.
PS8527.132Z39 2000 C811.54 coo-930206-9
PR9199.3.N52Z39 2000 whatever the dream of numbers means whatever the slumber that is never broken the spoken word & the written together end the spell for paul rafael & steve i look at you this way noun then verb these are my words i sing to you no separation no the same thing i am these words these words say so somwhere i exist separate from this page this cage of sounds & signs i am this noise my voice says so for james reaney I a orb here a tree is seen an eye z or y another bird the uncreating word a dreamed thot hand in hand LAND e SCAPES a anyway you can e l y or w i am you are he is this this or this his t precedes me (my i) time the cross comes before the essential split or it the metis time juggled followed by the s curve gabriel dumont & how he tried to serve as best he could forked tongue the split l.p.'s precede me i stands before the cross two things equated how the record captures his sound thieves & a crucifixion the lady on the bus talked to herself answered her own questions own as self she is possessed is 'not in possession of her faculties teach the cross followed by each one of us literal a juggling of the real a disrupted by its own suffering illumination embodied in acknowledging the real weights & measures of the language rife a rELief lief to re turn to you the fife & the leaf he is marching in time in sea son h a hELi copt or gnostic nosegay the e the 1 the Spanish way of saying the particular le el fall fell fill full for sharon smith a girl kisses a girl a girl a girl the words twirl two pairs of lips DUKE OF EARL EARL four earsl's lobes oboes & bells a kiss is just this this is his h or i the motion music sick/ly muse ocean swell (i'm all at sea) late ly ward en terse i want nothing to do with me denial & its follow thru THE DIVINE M THE VISION v is the ion to end conclusion c on c on Lusi ennui a stillness at the heart of the word n at the heart of the alphabet m & wor d always that choice ch or v a b c d w x y z 4 & 4 a probable system or equidistant from either end and reversed that perfect balance the or is forms the word heel to toe i place one right between the uprights no one roars as the word soars q r s t i take the once-removed option the measure is THAT much the space between the letters displacement ENERGY real to seal the tomb door closes as the letter clicks in place it is the dead letter office officer i am breaking into alpha's bet leaves the bookies broke can you make it to the track the sentence is the rent hence the lung's wage paid wasted on a fixed race horses leave the post mark time mark or mask the ark asked to save us chases the dove across the wave shits on us hits home i'd write you a letter you're too far away (the scene is later today i'm reading this poem again rewriting it m then n it makes more sense) n to follow the omnipresent A the that you hang your hat on the lidded t you blow your top op art e rator i'll see you later such a feminine case he frenched the letter la t le t t er lately arriving punctually leaves you with the ly/ing motion of your hand's connection with the arc of your spinning brim (connect ion with the act the emblem becomes clear my head is right between my shoulders are too near together (the late passes thru the room whistling trans-continental on a different track waiting for Willie's w to whisk us back) that hat that same same hat when f is old it folds over when s is old its sold twice told the tale gets tangled the odd story of god & his gold i am up in heaven heavin heathen is a hen in heat she wants her cock doc C.O.D. god on the barrelhead she is barreled over whelmed the hands at the helm the and at the elm's changed the tarot unfolds the hanged dangles by a golden chain the moon rises two circles in the alphabet's heart I m n o P the loop is a reversal of the pool drowns water is a noose he swallows chokes him when is old it turns cold when H is old it holds still saint of illness s till the hens come home happyNext page