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Printing, having found in the book a refuge in which to lead an autonomous existence, is pitilessly dragged out onto the street If centuries ago it began gradually to lie down, passing from the upright inscription to the manuscript resting on sloping desks before finally taking to bed in the printed book, it now begins just as slowly to rise again from the ground. The newspaper is read more in the vertical than in the horizontal plane, while film and advertisement force the printed word entirely into the dictatorial perpendicular.
And silent answers crept across the stars.
III
DIDACTIC ELEGY
III
Sense that sees itself is spirit
Novalis
IV
ANGLE OF YAW
IV
V
TWENTY-ONE GUN SALUTE FOR RONALD REAGAN
V
Demands indefinitely specified,
demands incompatible with collective living
beget stadia
with indefinite seating
delicately tiered.
Resembling its shape
and therefore suggesting its function:
a wave.
Or repeating its shape
and therefore undoing its function:
a wave,
which I will here attempt to situate
in the broader cognitive process
of turning the page.
Just because these tears were on your face
doesnt mean theyre yours.
The tree in your mind
is mine.
The redistribution of tears
reflects our collective commitment
to storm and stress,
to attitudes befitting participants in sports
and sports writing.
The conventions governing weeping in novels
do not apply to weeping done on-camera
or in teams.
Eldest sons dispossessed of ancestral tears
mock the tears of the nouveaux riches.
You call that weeping?
We call it sports entertainment
because the loser gets paid more,
because losing is hazardous,
because hazards are for losers
in the collective economy
of variable stars.
Rational actors wearing wrestling masks
would choose to lose collectively,
to collectivize losing
in the service industry.
I perform a valuable service
(I lose)
and I work from home.
Am I not then entitled to drink six beers
and watch some losing gracefully performed?
The sorcerers apprentice is an animated mouse
losing control over water-toting brooms.
Now, what does that say about cleaning?
Sorcery cuts grease and glass like lightning!
Now, who will clean up this water?
What will we use to remove this water
from our jerseys? I suggest sorcery.
My Little League team is made up of animated mice
losing control of their jerseys
and delaying the game with lightning
in the manner of Fabius and Disney.
General Disney gets clothes clean (with sorcery).
General Disneys Chicken (with sorcery sauce).
The novel hurled to the ground breaks into verse
and achieves a perfect synthesis
of Bible and phonebook,
a chance synthesis
recalling the work of X
in its use of cherry and adverb.
A branch of adverb negatively rendered
is characteristic of a period
in which phonebooks possess all the qualities of epics
plus or minus three.
X is of that generation that gloried in synthesis
privately performed,
in charity syntheses held for cherry trees.
I have chopped down the truth conditions for cherry trees
with a chance synthesis,
with a phonebook in one hand
and a Bible in the other
and the other.
Configured to return to the thrower when hurled
and configured to return the thrower to the herd,
intended backfires configure warmth
for the polis and polis fans.
Context attributed to the skin at birth
picks teams:
shirts and skins,
redshirts and redskins
and tomahawking redskin fans.
In 1825, the natives of Port Jackson hurled their halos and lay down.
Support your polis: chop the air.
The roof fell in
medias res.
We fled
into the trees.
But that part of
roof that was ceiling
that was glass,
we carry with us
here, he said,
touching his head
to his heart.
The roof fell in
in place and we
fled here
and here,
carrying our heads
in our hands,
holding our hands
to the light,
to that part of light
that was glass
and fell in
absentia.
THE PREDICTABILITY OF THESE ROOMS is, in a word, exquisite. These rooms in a word. The moon is predictably exquisite, as is the view of the moon through the word. Nevertheless, we were hoping for less. Less space, less light. We were hoping to pay more, to be made to pay in public. We desire a flat, affected tone. A beware of dog on keep off grass. The glass ceiling is exquisite. Is it made of glass? No, glass.