As/Is

7.27.2008

Hypothetical

I borrow time like a pearl diver:
“From this moment I shall be judged ALIVE.”
Or dead. It matters only to me.
In a torrent, I figure to be the only survivor
but it matters only to me.
A flawless ascension, psuedo-religious,
begins: a poem is pseudo-religious,
the outcome is dubious. I am sure of it.
It matters only to me.
The words "To die in a field of blue roses"
become the words I failed to react.
You think just another hypothetical.
My death in the kitchen is hypothetical.
There is no convergence of one & the other.
The two are singularly referential.
So why do I elaborate?
Why do I insist it have meaning?
After all, meaning isn’t declared by this poem.

posted by Raymond Farr on Sunday, July 27, 2008

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Shades of Spicer's "Thing Language". Very cool.

# posted by  Adam Fieled on 7:54 AM

 

Thanks. I did not know that.
I'll check spicer out.

# posted by  Raymond Farr on 4:07 AM

 

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