Black Garden Wall III*

I had to have totality night and day
– Louise Nevelson

There will be no cover not the night not even with night
– John Taggart

Other means are thus admitted to the circulation
of the nowhere seen, everywhere disturbed:
variorums of variation at the columns of the colorless.
– Charles Bernstein


IT IS A SNUG DARK
WE SEE PRINT TO FIT
TOYED-WITH
MOLTEN SHAPES
FALL FROM SENSE
TO FORM FLOWERS
WE CAN’T SEE


ADHERENT ADULT BORN
NECESSITOUS AND SHAPED BY FACT
A BOX SNAPS
TO SPRAYED WOOD
JOINED BY
MOLTEN SHAPES


COLLECTIONS ENCLOSURE
CLOSER
WHAT DO YOU ADD TO SING
THINGS ADHERENT AND
NECESSITOUS BY CHANCE
SUNLESS
IN COLORLESS PEACE
SOVEREIGN SUBSIDING ONLY TO PARTITION

TO RECALL FROZEN TRINKETS
OF ECSTASY EVERYDAY THIS
COLLECTION THIS COLLECTION
EVERYDAY
THE WAY APPEARANCE FREEZES
A BALL


A RAY
FILL TIME WITH THESE
ENCLOSURES DARKLING
WHO WILL BREAK
THEIR FRAME
THIS PLEASURE TO ADD
THINGS
TO THINGS


SUNLESS A STEALTHY DEPTH
SUNNY HOLOCAUST ENDLESS
BETRAY THE MAINE ARTIST
STAGE NAME OF HISTORY
VOYAGE



HALTS THE NOT YET PARTITIONED
SUNLESS STEALTH OF SPRAY
TIME AWAY AND TIME AWRY AGAIN
DECUSSATION FRAME UNHIDDEN
EMPIRE PROMINENT STAR




PLAGUE LANDSCAPE WORK
RECEDED OR HERE
HILL-LIKE THAT NO LIGHT WILL REFLECT
A STRUGGLE OF TIME TO FILL
A COLORLESS MIND
WITHOUT OUR SLEEVELESS SHAPES

*composed Summer '05.

"by this felt necessity"

The Eternal Return is merely the mode of its development. The feeling of vertigo results from the *once-and-for-all* in which the subject is surprised by the dance of *innumerable times*: the *once-and-for-all* disappears. The intensity emits a series of infinite vibrations of being, and it is these vibrations that project the individual self *outisde of itself* as so many *dissonances*. Everything resounds until the consonance of this single moment is re-established, where the dissonances are once again resolved.

At the level of consciousness, meaning and goal are lost. They are *everywhere* and *nowhere* in the Vicious Circle, since there is no point on the Circle that cannot be *both the beginning and the end*.

Finally, the Eternal Return, at its inception, was not a representation, nor was it, strictly speaking, a postulate; it was a *lived fact*, and as a thought, it was a *sudden* thought. Phantasm or not, the experience of Sils-Maria exercised its constraint as an ineluctable necessity. Alternating between dread and elation, Nietzsche's interpretations will be insipred by this moment, by this felt necessity.
--Pierre Klossowski

"to not to have left"

*Look in your own ear and read.*
--Louis Zukofsky

An island
Has a public quality.
--George Oppen

Why is you at my house?
--Gregg Biglieri

To not to have left
Is to interrupt
Becoming for whose sake
The primitive transgression
The genital speech
Sand castles in
The misc en scene

The missing scenes
Contraptions watch
Virtual spots
Tunneling to not
To have been heaven yet
A theme develops
Across these pictures
Prophesying
The way a scolded
Daughter becomes an
Allegory

An allergy of borders
Patrol the primitive marks
Make of subject
Identities for centuries
Ingressive pitch
Like a child's
Eyes to have opened
History history then
Grows sleepy
Your ears for others
Look into your own

Other drowning men
In other words survivors
Interrupted to be a singular
Footprint is to shudder
It is not only to see out
To those other islands
But to contact
Their inhabitants a kind of contact
Lens the shattered
Alighting in our wildness
Monadic as a window cracked

A theme develops
Across these waves wrecks
Disasters of we
Ventures of you
With an I for borders
To convey another route
Out of the cave others
Dig a hole inside the self
Travel to be at home
In a parole of eyes
Speech of servitude
Holier hostage

Tranquil Interiors

after Gregg Biglieri’s *Sleepy With Democracy*
and Guy Ben-Ner's *Berkeley’s Island*


This island called nations
Abounds

In holes
The ecstatic whole
Of home

Lands when the trees
Tunnel
The walls would just kill

Star persists
However it
Might tussle

When dissolves to wind

*

Against the all
The *beyond-in*
These islands are

Perverse 'the-more
In being watched
And watching been.

A Western will
In an Eastern wind
Captivities capsize O our
Unwitting linoleum.

The windows
Of darkened dwellings
Delimit the comic invasion.

*

The despair of nations
Singing
Out to be actual.

To be not merely
For what we are
Tunneling.

And what we mark
These islands only
Not will be saved.

Not in this time of nations.

*

You have built
A house not limited
By earth.

Nor by sky
But a sleep
Of our making.

History a tree
Making snap
A shape

Of things
To dwell or not
To dwell in.

Not all
Interiors are
Interiorizing.

A house
Not always
A home for allegory.

*

Your house calls:

Nosotros, el Pueblo
de los Estados
Unidos,

a fin de formar
una Union mas perfecta,
establecer Justica,

afirmar la tranquilidad
interior, proveer
la Defensa

comun, promover el
bienstar general y
asegurar para

nosotros mismos y
para nuestros
descendientes los

beneficios de la
Libertad, estatuimos
y sancionamos

esta CONSTITUCION
para los Estados
Unidos de America.

*

“As you are no more than this… a tone.”

“Trembling veil, my limit.”

“Enlarged seizure.”

“Speak to the tongue it tells.”

*

If we dig a whole far enough
Or number shudders
Or a single pane
Survives

The body
What camera
Can’t be a camera
For Kant’s sublime?

An ontological cant
A kind of prick
A not is not a whole
For we are presenced

A burden to present
Overflowering this old
Extension, extending
This lens, anews

(A shoot if you will)
Points and chutes
The lines live forever
But more importantly more

Descendents arise
Defend transcendent
Abeyant Phoenix
To dovetail nicks

*

Not in this time of nations.