Where there is an oeuvre, there is no madness:
we are poetry to Phillipe Pinel, the moral treatment
to George William Balfour, Johann Christian Friedrich
Hölderlin passes Johann Ludwig Casper in the street;
Till Ballistarius meets Till Eulenspiegel.
Tilian.
Les Faux Saulniers.
Umraisin.
Abrizin.
Urreason.
Irrisen.
Abrasion 'tells' the interpetant 'unthinking'
pollen polly legpouch parroty parody
Joos van Craesbeeck painting gingerly
the tronies and the Anthony
whose wild madness can never
be reconstituted
the inaccessible primitive purity:
who makes heads anymore?
