Big City Country

You can look at your eyes in the mirror, but you can't look at your eyes moving in the mirror because they are moving -- and so you must disappear ... We take pleasure in these waters, and make a point of it

but how can we go
swimming without being guilty?

I don't wanna have diabetes like Keith Richards

I might be obsessed with my eye color but I admit the force is at work which wakes all the owls and sparrows as the traffic rises

like rain in the rainy window

so don't I admire in me what's around me
like cushions?

not to say I'm couchant, uncaring

like I said, we're trying to drive a way through
this mess -- how to lvoe

the crystal-blue ease, and still leave room?

(This is the rough copy of a translation of a morning headache in which, reading Chinese fiction in The New Yorker; writing my Boston-Secaucus mishap; reading The Pale King's overwrought consciousness -- I still sensed a form or a force of a form -- nudging me to fill some space ...



--quote from Joyce about entering the night, his version of Il Inferno

And that’s the curious power, that you’re being protected by the voice that’s leading you, taking you on this curious trip. To make that ambivalent seems only to enter farther into the nightmare, "divided creation." --RC


Urban forms

"the networks, the circuits, the streams, the harmonies"...


multiplatform franchises

"jewelry spread across the sidewalk... the deep stream of reflection"...


fun with phones!


& from this trash and shame
I am finally clearing
some smoke from my head
learning, and learning to move on


in a single body bound


you hear that song about being lazy on the radio?



nest
where the prayers survive
bright, or singing



as the phrasebook
comes to life


maintenance systems, gliding feet



Towsley Triangle "Link"


Parking Entrance


TELEPHONIC INTERPRETER

-- a thing each brain has

echogenesis


"teleportation problems"


on the order of the African exodus



O, God on high
standing nearby





ELIOT'S MONOLOG AT THE WINDOW

Oh, our flower is dying,
these California hills teeming
with police. Thank God
we know these back alleys
to the forest.




twin impulses






flipping through the channels



As day resolves
again into itself,
night's cluttered
jungle a mumble

of Constantinople
fragmenting -- there
had to be a struggle
to reconnect a peace

to residential settling,
the hooded angel,
and moonward mind,
out past curfew.


"...everybody and their brother's going home"

John Paul Austerberry



those who talk back
working the puzzles
(not the solutions, mind you--
just that they exist)
against, however, dissolving
mystery into passivity
water alighting on water,
the sun, only sunshine
the mail must...
families are beings
hanging out with each other
for prolonged periods...






the one book everybody's in



History of Francis Wood


charged waves


microflakes


teeming organized
field


laughing in the waves

tablets containing the record of all tablets


"we knew we'd come across
these difficulties"





danger of Collins (as Billy blanket)
still trolling
around in a haze
in the bathwater
having lost the keys
to the gate --
the once magical coast-
line, of Western Europe
-- Netherlands to Spain,
the outskirts of Atlantis...



in the interior of the island


waves of the dominant theme



from the ashes of boredom




body of phonemic material


Philadelphia to Phoenix
(by way of Pusan)


SPEAK-RING


"I heard you have some questions about lodging"



situation = vibe(?)


"I don't know where the pillows are..."


what you'll be doing while in their room


Hittites

Name, Occupation, Duty


(avoid clutter)

I(v)an Wattcage
Rising


"I'm Sue, too!"

"ugh, I would NOT eat her meat"


Transmission-based Isolation Procedures


a little book of remains

"[spiritual autobiography]
unraveling into realist fiction"


invited into this field, and yet --


"mosaic of the air"




discovered his backpack missing...



but writing being writing
got it down on paper

relegated dreams
of travelling
to language
on a page --
a shoebox


children's privacy online



deep in Queens, of faraway Manhattan
dreaming

same old movement
from shipwreck to enslavement



he was old enough even to take notice of,
as if time played a trick and allowed
the old world lease for a time
in the new that had nearly forgotten it.



there reading about Adam
fallen and resting
in smooth space, grandfather's
glasses, warm, bright sounds



a negative match signal
means that you have the wrong mother




, further words



background dropping
of the corner eaves



PA1057.5671 Modern Greek
..................... Word Formation




SEE, SEED

Suspend Baby Sense



father of apples!
-- tree of fathers!







specimens of the form


"my thoughts... on such long
and intricate errands"




"...eager to read about [itself]..."



SEAMSTER



Spectrum's history


-- reweaving from fragments
of animals, a picture reweaving
our animal fragments





A BOAT


learning to live with not-so-efficient markers



"decoding of the undulation"




"there you go... right yourself"



getting somewhere



Miller Light



EXPRESSWAY

after those wasted days, hiding
playing chess with myself

or the Juan Fernandez firecrown


the time field

I was laughing while I was writing



wild animals, the woodlands, and the moon




in language, the lands
running deep
deep past the rooms
we stand in and look in
reach under waters, spiralling.





...this is a very legit, like... finance internship...

...breasts, too?

yeah, I have like, a huge..."
"signed, by my sponsor"





tryin' to be continued



furniture, bread,
boats, breeding



to get to the bottom of this well


David Tudor

Athens, Ohio



open doors for others
use names,
stop what I'm doing


in our nature
to want to know everything



dialog box has a mother field



POEM

death and danger out there
yet how evil's unreal
--the shells of the soul's
least enthalpy

shattered messages on
papers in a parking lot
wherein you tore out, salvaged
(as if from Mother Earth wreckage)
the LYRIC (South Africa)
from the winebox -- Joyce's
tragedy, plotting, building,
fallen Dedalus, lost to The Flood,
yet had to declare
-- bird, wrapped in cloud
like a Jew from the older wall
of the Chapel...

studied wonder
wading through trash
-- but a dustcloud
heralding love's dawning

the electric charging stations,
the recycling bins...

systems
that don't necessarily
talk to each other...

(talking to the visiting
resident, about women
pushing)





my daughter thanks you




do I SEEM like I work retail?



there are so many human dimensions





us, complicated microtubules
of light and trash






A head of time


"about all I remember of the voyage"



po americanski





...apparently awoken by [her] mother
according to the script itself




RANGER

temporal cieling


remote times



built by his pioneer father (and uncle)



(poet turned academic) "I wasn't strong enough to make my own so became a student of others'..."



ON EXPERIENCE MOUNTAIN

mesh [effect]


wastefull sea



sub-generically



have to forget about the sizes of the distances to get to other stars




"with chymick ray"



rise of the no-veil...



in "liquid" chains...


diving down
to the base
to bring up rare flowers*




Some things will never be
known



icons at the end of the fields



everyone in dark blue
is highlighted




in one of those moments
electric with sex
numers and letters swirling uncontrollaby






TEAM EFFORTS

Eurasia

-- Stella & Stella's two little sisters
Grace and Nita



just a carpenter by trade



like I was part of the team


organized a huge family
meeting



paying attention to special needs



all talked & argued




only yesterday



inner meaning



in the beginning
valley of fern
in the wet and dark
with occasional glimpses
of the idea
for the flashlight
or the machete




how the story gets put together


pieces
coming out





"we have people for that"



pairing the lovers,
like intellects




taking
place in all these hallways
-- meshwork of lamps





everybody wishes to be
equipped with state of the art
entertainment systems




based upon this pulsing structure
-- nerves, heart chambers, ions


ten thousand poems
going at the same time

the way you can only tell

the story resting
on the other stories




JoS.A.BANK


--YOU-A74AOAC-AL



..."brothers in the afterlight / Of forest prisms..."



"A sheaf of selected odes / Bundled on the waters"...




"the time flows round again / with things I did in it"



beyond the last earthwords, a plain, then stars




remakes his garden island
into a fortress
for a moment



electrostatic



*Chinese rest.
--Farmington Hills
------------Shangri-La
------------Hang Hua





MAGNETIC PLANNER


no beep: no bond


can we be there and just enjoy Florida?




Thanks for visiting; see you in the new hospital



foundation of our service philosophy



...so you just don't take [the thing]
out of its shell


NOVEL


..."can move to any part of the video
at anytime by sliding the playbar"







--in breeding and feeding,
persisting




put yr biggirl panties on
and come and deliver your baby






(towards an) Indo-European Poetics




[involved] in class action
do not represent
all authors






Rudolph Arnheim



this kind of a bitter or venemous
environment, you forget to take it
for what it really is: a microbrew,
a holograham cracker, adrift
in the self-identical wave....




flyingly over

hills on hills
bound beyond

I've nothing for this

this mess to arrange


but to save it all up
in as little lines
allowed -- to show -- I'm here still



interlaced

head too full
of other things

happens like that, in heaps


pages of life






"The sun on falling waters writes the text
Which is in the eye or in the thought.
It was a hard thing to undo this knot"
-------------------------------------------------Maentwrog
(GMH)







SPRING COMMENCEMENT

totally dependent
on the kindness of strangers



Zeno of Elea


"his bowl of curved space,
his dusty light"






come & make
sure things are okay



calm those nerves
waters

create a structure

ship or shipment




[JJ to Cofee]

"there's a straight line
from the maternal-natal
nipple attachment
and the vibrating differential
erotics of 'head'"






USER
PASSWORD
UNIT LOCATION
YOUR PATIENT




that looks like
something I don't want to repeat



megaminds


using these
monsoons


internode



a whole new depth of focus




full of my journey
each full with his own journey




enter the new descriptions
over the old








*histones* --- "as the writer maps his life onto the waking dream" (-JF)
(history-stones)-----Day's Night's Allears


but the path to the boat is barred


FALLS COMMITTEE


"so, like, under the city, is just,
another city?"

what a lonely moon

screens and rooms










BAMBI v. GODZILLA





Copernicus
European
Delicatessen















surrounded by weomen
looking after us




Clear Current
Temporary Location





--the music relaxes the prisoners



my beloved dead friend


...got so scared when [Tom] & [ } got lost in the cave









coming barrelling blindly into this bright room

masquerages



WASTELAND CONTINUED


"He needs to go home"




would sit in her room... and would dream about Boy George"

wok as parabolic antennae


Ganges of New York















"...and now we are so totally lost"...




these cameras
these phones
and this internet












ladies in little hats

"Anyway, why would Eliot go to the forest?"
--human-alien chromakey history...



Featherstone




the heights still in cloud








intervention of paly



before we... do something
to a child







cuddling a book



"didn't speak, uh, the language"




"you know what, I AM listening to you,
I'm just changing a diaper at the same time"





give eye contact




hey how ya doin
what are you up to this summer



visits from the
past and present



wanna go grab a burrito?




your respiratory therapist
asked me to bring you
a warm blanket









threw away one of my old poems
-- the words old words
the poem more a poem as a ball
of white
in a plastic bag
soon to be
transported elsewhere






WORK WED MORNING!




hope to be home soon



we will be home soon



PUSH ON Sweepstakes?




HOW I ESCAPE(D) SERVITUDE

--or the tale of my coming
around to transcontextual
kindsness (because of or despite
the Asian Pharaoh -- nice guy,
in his reality) -- in a warm sapce
among colleagues,
learning the nervous,
then heart, then execretory
systems....




someone to tell everything to,
why the hell not,
get it off the chest (the hell, that is)
("according to my map... we're...)


ETFT (?)



CALL DAD...


Kathy Lemenu




SONG OF THE RAYADITO




it's about migration
its ferment, lost to/on
the map
how you had nothing
and came here
hungry and, finding something
stayed here, sated
with safety




OH, ISHTAR, OH, ZEUS


the electrochemcial fornicating
eyes, bonding and bumping
atoms and protein levers let us
read! after "a withered branch
on a dead tree": "flowers
on a wet black bough" -- surviving
these doubts.... oh swift river, oh
Winter Spring! (same as last year's
poem) -- William Shakes
off Marlowe's ghost -- and while
the ocean's clinging still --
from the journey moving
in him still -- from the valley
cliff -- road of miles
to the breathing sill

Daily
News
Adrift--------->>>>>>>> on/in ((((<--cloud:: o/i:: cloud-->)))) washing up... city shore...




















































AGILE FAUNA



zipped myself inside
but moving around


the word "glomerulus" floats through
and I'm totally decentered
in this room yet elsewhere







Sichuan pheasants



dumb as a box o' rocks










PLEASE LEAVE THIS LIGHT SWITCH ON AT ALL TIMES

I

light --
does it shine
onto or underneath?

(the Roman ruin
down the street,
mute among young trees,
floats on a flood
of other fragments,
equally clear in this room,
where turning the tap on
allows voices
back to forest
and river symbols
to reorient thought
with its gathered materials)

some kind of calling
in spite of yet through
the nametages, ID cards,
brings you out of birth
(dread talking)
to adapt to whatever
alights, on the river
and along the river,
walking



II

dawn comes -- scratch that
(free Miller
Light) -- dawn dawns,
an action not a thing,

an orchestra or trick
of light
and earth
turning

-- gets you every time
and every time

you come strapped
with new streams,
speechpaths,
flings, dedications

-- heroic couplets,
twining like radio waves
silent save for the interior
monologs of each car

the vessels
over waters
and branches containing
the sound
coming from the outside,
the love story interiors





III

what looks so sweet
that which we buy
from work so bitter
we talk about it
while at work
motors
lubricating
the images
of pleasure

the inside light
the Nature Park

each town needs one
between
lonely highways
we send collaborative
efforts
of sound and image amid
venemous
collisions
of power states and state
power -- born of a moment
at each moment,
this verbal light,
more light
than the light
we're seeing


IV

NEVER LEAVE CHILD UNATTACHED

intermittent laughs

on the active canvas
what's important's the act

a lot to remember
(contained in each scene)
if yr afraid you forgot something
you probably did

let's not get fat

If something happens
outside of this place

multidrug resistant organisms

...hear what they're saying

Lausanne & rome

"Tatiana!"

--Carlos, Kevin

kingdom after kingdom

flooding warnings

...birds...

"as naturally as both breathed"

Diet Orange Crush