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The subject is struck slowly by the multiplicity of the moment |
There, it hit! Strange noise! - I now later rationalize and so crudely couch in gritty-synthesizer-introduction- to-a-Spectacular-cable-news-hour - Event! Liberating, murky and terrifying; we know more than anything the depths and yet Can not know Now in the naïve, primal surprise of the moment my body moved like an appendage of ideology anxiety in the presence of the scrutinizing other the violent apprehension of the gaze – eye, footstep and creak, oblique rustlings - apprehension… then now even later I couch so crudely in terms of the woozy academic post-Marxist left -I’m not stupid, they’re probably cloistered distractions; it’s a no-go, probably But I mean surely even then their imaginings can impress upon history such a… some lazily-metaphorical theoretical blot like the mystic Kandinsky, like slowly churning subway maps, like peculiar structures cast in the uncertain light of their new premonitions against the strange blue-morning-winter-sky- and then now (to be read as ((ø)perhaps in their wake(ø))) even later maybe I’d find a new space in which to write something else, like maybe, like, when I noticed the paths across the lawn behind the house, etched upon the snow in footprints radiating outward, known only by destination (gas station, car, oblivion, respectively) [originally this space contained a drawing of what appeared to be the inside of the peace symbol; three pronged fork, etc.] I thought I’d walk a circle around it and create a new space For the squirrels to take shits in Maybe I am dreaming, but Depakote, Annulment, dreams with me. Or maybe really I am just still on the mountain picking mushrooms with the commune boletes clumped bountifully, pressing themselves…,(;) exploding vivid brown beneath the thick pine tomorrow we’ll reinvent ourselves |