As/Is







1.31.2012


Cheltenham Elegy #413




All piled into the house on Woodlawn.
They had me do all the old jokes, as though
I were a wind-up toy. Most of them had
never been in the house before. It was
about to be abandoned anyway; but my
mind still clings to it. I smoked pot there
for the first time. I got on the road to my
first hook-up at a party, & I punched a
Hulk Hogan poster’s crotch. Now even
this pile-up was fifteen years ago. The shed
in the back was filled with smoke, as were we.








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1.19.2012


Cheltenham Elegy # 671


#671

Even as a little girl, she got beat down.
There was something wrong with her brains.
She couldn't relate to people. Cheltenham
guys noticed how adorably doll-like she was
(lookin real good, like Natalie Wood), but she
wouldn't date anyone. She died a mysterious
social drowning death. She got older and
became a Tennessee Williams heroine-as-Jewess.
I'm telling you this because I nailed her, dude.
I got her to give me a blowjob








1.17.2012


prologue



Guido Monte/Vittorio Cozzo
prologue of "Nothing recalled and the misterious life of God" (2000)


Painting of a crowd praying before the sun,
a painting hidden inside a little medal
which safeguards the whiteness of centuries
in Milan's oldest square -
the square of a solitary day of sunlight,
fragment of other lights.
Dream of a crowd, of nothing, of vanity
le rêve devient petit et lui aussi un autre néant,
le manque de choses et de pensées pour se voir
audenans, pour des êtres dont le destin
(inconnu pour eux) est renfermé dans une larme intérieure,
dans la fumée d'une chambre perdue, dans une terre humide,
de visages effrayés et verres cassés,
macerie di sangue umano che nessuno conosce
ruins of human blood nobody knows.
(translated by Giovanni Panzica, Patrick Waites and Rosa Maria Costa)








1.06.2012


to a new child




before: ashabdham,

silence

in the mismo soplo de vida,

of primeval breath…

and going now,

after the hiding,

to the life

ins leben