In this lap language I’m not speaking sweetly.
I’ll tell you the workbook words I really don’t understand:
Crisp body
Bright flavor
Noble rot.
This one I say daily:
Viscosity
:
“A measure
Of the resistance
Of a substance
To motion
Under an applied
Force.”
This sound will ruin you:
malolactic fermentation.
I say them,
Make them up,
Make them indivisible.
This is:
--German style
--South African style
--From the Loire Valley
Just a word bank, and still they ask me:
What does dry mean?
My voice is:
noble,
bright,
and crisp.
I would rather an empty table--
Ware without contingency,
Bitter-like, I say
For (preposition) no reason.
Saturday, November 18, 2006
Palinode 6: Bitter-like
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Tuesday, November 14, 2006
Palinode 5
I will make no sound like
Ruin--
Like ruin I will make
No sound in, above, beside, like--
This is (Greek) for in
No namable preposition;
Combine them (Latin? German?)
I do not know what they mean:
Night jasmine
State room
Star connection
Jungle gym
Night jasmine
Air conditioner
Honey mouse
Visualization
Floor sample
My voice is a crepuscule unfinished--
Things said only to be seen,
Deaf night coming
nothing formed,
nothing important.
These things, something (like)
a full table, the feathers without the bird,
soundless
content.
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Thursday, November 09, 2006
Palinode 4
‘Formed’ sounds an
important word,
ticks crisply to
one notch up.
Hearing is not
twilight, your voice
is not downy, not
goosefeathers—
I will make
sound
like a Person, like a
Window Opening, like
a Piano to-
gether—
Order your
Court, consort your
Horses— surely,
You are important
Amorphous
Un-
Formed;
These words are enough born,
larger.
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Wednesday, November 08, 2006
sounds like
I won’t neither
Make sounds like
Person or piano
Rememory the
Old when the
New comes up
Hearing your voice
Is like crepuscule
With Nellie, I consort
With my lips
The sun is unstuck
Undone I have muttered
Past crisp crossings
They are still new
I still -read motionless or
Quiet or yet- cannot say them.
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Tuesday, November 07, 2006
as best he can
As best he can
he will say he was
at least a body
-fingers-
-untoward texture-
he does not realize,
around the new, the old
inhabits grey matter;
to remember a concert
with a person or piano
is not remarkable;
hearing
-unuseful-
-copied-
music;
he runs his fingers through
his straight blond hair,
over his scalp
it is not beautiful--
thinning in ten years.
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