Simple Theories

  We told Bernadette Mayer to be angular and lo the benighted scansion over and above lippy falls. We let Emily Dickinson costar with flippant mice while obviously conjectural patterns shuddered. We told Gertrude Stein to just finish brimming, which she shared in slow slagging with a cuntful of primitive sorting. Nature evolved Grassroots, tossing strategic and wholesale rhizome clatter to all the winds. Some examples become broadbased reliquaries fining the obvious wine from non standard vineyards. Ropes were used and taut expressions dragging. Bronze became a Viral example used as A literary hemoglobin fit for rhyme thru the ages. Poetry will never last At this rate. Not saying that we need to say what we didn’t need To not say.

  Of Francois Villon, Paris. all student peptides in explaining clearing the way. in the heavy day. Bullies of inflection amidst jostling pop. We must learn to live with language so long as language lives with us. plough thru the struggles and liaisons of clarity in the vast doctoral world. Picasso broke something open, made a pile. Explain the straight upon it of Robert Creeley drunk up to the generative in time. Just excuse as you walk. Everyone has a name and notion of direction, as if magnets could be spared. Assurance of ravens and crows.

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  Speak of time in Paris, the Champs-Elysée so charming with efflorescence springing, freshest bread, spent cartridges of daily news. I and my chimpanzee, with singular notes avant-garde, stroll the streets in French. The relief of croissant in the haze of early, when morning constitutes milky coffee fixed, a plea of outright morning in the newbreaking. Certain world wars go by provoking abject gaze, cost-management. People hubbub the giddy sidewalks, pluvial. But not they are viable quite astonish. Chimp and I write words on napkins, to be released carelessly at the Tuileries, bird feathers. The Seine floats upon usage and bon mots. The war gave us threnody but never a care. Skyscrapers, a beauty, the academicians lunch.