Saturday, June 26, 2010

And seeming
And a semblance
They flee
From us

The products leak
What one has been
Will be

Like a hole
In the transmissible
Air the sea
Is anarchy

Deregulating
Birds wings
Landing
Whole worlds

In imploding
Debt
Who gives
Their word?
She who has gift in common

“I am the kind of poet who rescinds
“these sheets of paper
“Just by being

“A place where the Me is dissociated
“a volume perpetually crumbling away

Wednesday, June 23, 2010

Blood Noise*

Intestines in eyelids while still living
—Leslie Scalapino

Tears and excrement of wax scratched
By substance a distant idea of this

What's that in your mouth the failed
Absolute bird string or song like a field

We can't enter my heart can't hold
All this blood my hands are a mould

For no one distance is where we begin from
Mastering your ridinghood

Wounds the animus we are foregone
Stamps of simulacrum and death masks

All the animals started dying all we
Could do was continue plugged

With blood my heart can't hold
So far steeped in what’s left to fill.


*composed spring 2007-spring 2010, a version of the above was published in War and Peace 4 Vision and Text, ed. Judith Goldman and Leslie Scalapino. The title derives from a drawing by Kiki Smith, exhibited in Smith's 2006-2007 Whitney retrospective. "Intestines in eyelids while still living" is taken from a reading Scalapino gave at St. Mark's church around the same time.

Monday, June 21, 2010

Embodiment

"vessel soma slave fantasy the enfolding of sensation into a body schema boundary (s/m) mastery of temporal and spatial coordinates kinesthetic sphere that extends into universal desire an erotics of tissues lips speak opening tender touch phantasmatic identification with wholeness hole practices of emptying and filling language tracings on the inside of skins word clothes projections the agency of surface blood pulse grating bones a huddling in darkness, at night Open"
--Petra Kuppers at Nonsite Collective