Thursday, May 03, 2007

Fictions of Consequence


for Robert Kocik

"I had to believe in belief"
~ Robert Creeley

Hold barely the green invisible here no
One but everywhere currently hides a kind

Of life meter a foothold under and over
The grass where our genes were signature
This being submerged desire for what

Never was what behavior action obviously
We was subtracted from what faith in this.


"The more so all have it" push the wrong
Will around inoperatives in all singing into
This preposterousness limbs phantom

Capital was such these global kin of ghosts
Crying use what's the use how to use
Anything the world without using it there

Is no one free but in the heart older desires
When we were young or thoughts of uprising
What won't we be these hands must make


In the eyes a culture in the ears an animal
When it wasn't I we built something spirit

Was a technology without a plan the soul
Was a body your dance suddenly cleaved
Talk not of the mind neither of any body we

Had to not exist first before anything could
Get done meanwhile we decided to overcome.

Friday, April 27, 2007

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César Vallejo (Remix)*


His desire for desire ever
To help the killer kill a
Whole wailing cathedral on
The edge of no desire

In the presence of a mile
Thick spirit dealing with
A helmet/skull/shard/scalp
If I had used the word
Stench revealing all of his
Choices in English with
-out being able to dodge

Any one the never we fail
To penetrate by a self I have
Created to mime life not only
As it is but psyche as it is not
Forgive us Lord how little
We have died if you're missing
Something here it is an even

Better Jesus from a great yolk
Man suffers you God is he
That I am alive that I am bad
With what ability does one stay
Dead they always died of life

And yet I arrive I reach myself
An exuberant political will to
Desire to mend the children and
The genuses the celebrated edge
Of violence that you were living
On nothing and dying from everything.

*all text transcribed and ordered after The Poetry Project's tribute to César Vallejo, trans. Clayton Eshelman.