Aristocratic German Expressionism

Josef Pieper was wrong. Human
reason is not sufficient to pave
a gradient out of the supposed slough
of Jakob von Uexküll's Umwelt.

If anything, language or reason
does enhance greatly human Umgebung,
or a particular understanding of its
environment, but the fact remains
that human imagination has done
very little to convert its unconscious
narratives and embedded
drives (syntaxis) into a flowering of
cordial gummiskulls brimming
with prandial myrthsblistenobdulnglog-
poddityfluorokskellenutord.

Perhaps Mina Loy was right
to call Brancusi an analysis
of the elemental, but then
every donkey is too.

A Possibly Serious Poem

"Then the composer isn't privy to anything." -James Tenney


so for up now
a potency out of grasp
an arabesque of wringing sheets
decent ascent gone amiss the descant
no parable in space the parable in time
no time descent but rise
what is noble in our vulture
wringing culture from the rock

and in the complicated fading
some scythes that murk the play
to twill no former glory
but the awe full glory that is
assize

a faint coo
its smile would wash the walls in paint again
and somehow a broken amphitheater
spilling down the mountainside
and no mind claims it
but verity calm leans into
the home of the nodding spectators
one at a short line and one at a long
and somehow they touch hands
to the strange taut string that binds the sound
strongly to the place

the huge hollow human heads
so for up now
whose holes would flute the wind
upon the string

anything you see or feel or know
bird rise clipped to the arc
and in the rising room its whole

the whole empty purged
but for ruminant furniture
and grace awakened
awakening

a warm silk breast
to echo its sun
a cold depth clinging
to the clean ire
at once
and always shedding

a scribble on geese and jays

mughal robard thromb
when clueless
cave mongoose shrine
for tea bail raisin fist text
carved snake gizzard stairway
through stone adding
loops of iron calligraphy walls
worms hanging in their ears
moist bright red worms
arcoi nechtkinoct and braodint
one iron pan the size of man pie
one iron eye hand witch irony pingle
a fish in each hand squeezed rainbow
then wrap the emperor in burlap
leaving the thick layer of goo
to seal the fiber fog torque library's
jumble sail strong arm
hort the pier
hirn the porn
the jetty like a wooden tongue
goes straight out from the sea cave
to the island where the poet
buried up to her neck in it
props up the stiff blue empty translucent page
of agate
milky with prollo dove and cubby claw
these mirrnons fromed un boltchy urguns
fox and faun in a paper cut

Diogenes drunken Haruspex

for if it was so it was a sacred grove
and I its antlered heart whose wild
and yawping blood followed a wide
and interminable circulation
as a hordescore of hounding

hounding round its tale for if it was I
was a hart shaped heart slicked red
a carbuncle the head grove graven
by sacred crown for if it was a yawping
stone a die a dye and dunk the dice
the gal and act upon all gallon eon neo
known none galleon

for the antlered diana my masthead by night
riding high aye surfing a foam of dog-head dolphins
antlered doghead dolphins

and heart in both her breasts
a heart like a tub
where the blood red diogenes glub
drowned by the metacarpal alexander wolf eyes cross
the minions toss as a hordescore
a grovestore sacred groove pore
a poor and sacred antlered heart
to fill the tub with transparent bitches

cave of art
or grove of glitches
switches code the hearth
whose art must cowl
the ember lo

lo ember
dull red ember heart
to flicker alas its transparent horns
its emblem yawp
the promethean eagle dog

diogenes drunk
jamming crooked twigs
into the purple slicked corpus
of the  Bārûtu
washing it obsessively
drunkenly touching its poor lone body
I love ye Diancteonth

and licking the cold liver
and hanging it from his mouth
like the tongue of a dog
a gorgon dog
now fast asleep

Substitute Prose for Phoem (Phone)

We have no method for detecting 

the actual diffidence

between noise and data

(news or leisure)

in the mind of the unified poem

of the universe.

It is very like the knowledge

that the nurse who tends the patient

tends the doctor,

and that life's pyrite

is one with its golden label.

And it is still news in every desperate kiosk,

that the place of white noise

is the shadow of a branching shadow

such that the eye of branching

is cubed, so that looking down into the earth

is an art of scrying skies,

a scryptic of undeniable roundelures.

a phoem is prositive,

and postitute.

and Ariadne never knew

just what to do

with the left over bits

of the emptier tripod.

So let the thread be work of some kind

to pass the day,

and where the valleys flinch,

the mountains cringe,

for the line is known deeply by the ray

and collapses

into the egg of the meandering atomisms.

and who can pass under the limbo,

or over it, but limbs,

some say film is phlegm,

and the lung

borne unda the wave..

F: You must let the phoem slop over the pale!

F: The phoem is the universal face THATCHERIZED!

It wills a no-face

over which the face must hover lovingly

or complain,

this abstract domain,

aaah, what pubstitution..

Every phoem must have at least 51 prose tuitions

to inorder its interpretation, and the image of the embassy

of F is warm,

cold snow or cars,

diplomats, or trees.

What tease the telephone to praise,

but the legible rays of the proem,

and the institution of F.O.A.M.?

marinate within your ken.

and Hyde the grope its shoe..

Michaux was of course

a Modernist

raised on Ruysbroeck,

and the earnest hello?

Give it all you've gott ol' Psykopf!

wood is as good a halo as any..

and let the day begin with  flower:

Prostitute the poem for its F.O.A.M.!

the only good prose is our position's grotto.

(subtext mania for all motto)

so do not be alarmed!

for even if the inside of the labyrinth

is only just for storage,

make its wreck be strange, or

hide the fact

that both and neither

are married brother

and sister

to father and mother

not one another,

for as long as the both

shall not live.

and remember to give!

for where there's foam

there's a phone,

from which its smoke is spread

to the mirror of the desk.

Take its number as unique

will collapse all numbers..

Remember the screw-ball tragedy?

the grim comedy

lacking all error!

You might just say

that every new idea

is a kind of Noh play,

as scale is a ladder.

an unfixed interval of seeking,

but do not mistake ornaments

for their game..

punctuation never needs the cane

punctuation is triple agile

even if its code 

is broken..

fool's gold

never smelled so sweet

to those

who

nose

nestling

the crotch craw

where the stuck thing

flounders

in its most gorgeous flower

always more

and more awake!

more noble!

more blessed!

arriving more glorious

on the page!

DON'T LET ITS PROSTITUTION FAIL!

then hide

the exquisite

cadaver.

Chair vive (Living Chair)

being a translation of Pierre Reverdy's poem...



Lève-toi carcasse et marche
Would that levity's toys be only carcasses on the march

Rien de neuf sous le soleil jaune
Ringing just enough to suss our sun as jaundiced

Le der des der des louis d’or
A coinage falling jangling from a foreign pantaloon

La lumière qui se détache
A luminous key which detaches itself

sous les pellicules du temps
From the cell-like transparencies of time

La serrure du cœur qui éclate
A sister whose heart and key are equal

Un fil de soie
Un fil de plomb
Un fil de sang

A child of silk
A child of lead
A child of blood

Après ces vagues de silence
The waves which appraise the silence

Ces signes d’amour au crin noir
The loving signs which cringe in black

Le ciel plus lisse que ton œil
The lazy seal which lisps Dick Caton's lictortron

Le cou tordu d’orgueil
Exorcism's psyclopean owl

Ma vie dans la coulisse
My life dancing in cool lisps

D’où je vois onduler les moissons de la mort
A voice which must only moisten a death

Toutes ces mains avides qui pétrissent des boules de fumée
For the rustic manes which gambol about the bolus of fumes

Plus lourdes que les piliers de l’univers
For the positive icon which emblazons its pilloried pillar

Têtes vides
Life's head

Cœurs nus
As a heart hung in a noose

Mains parfumées
Speaks mainly of perfume

Tentacules des singes qui visent les nuées
For its tentacles of singed nudes equate to visions

Dans les rides de ces grimaces
Seas of dancers ridden into seas of grimace

Une ligne droite se tend
Or the adroit and tender lines

Un nerf se tord
Which create a weird foam

La mer repue
The Oedipal eye

L’amour
Loving all lameness in grace as dysjointing

L’amer sourire de la mort
The quiet sister which hides in the dark

wrictuse

drape the lake as a bell where
the injury of good yorick must hale
we come over a small ridge as deer
or boys or camera and peer down
into the cat reeds rushes some how
pan now dug out the reed log whole boat note
tale

carefully guard the round empty
form in the air alas
iron rain drops are too much
so the bell there never rings
Asunción

happy to be grim
bight rictus whose smile is a ringer
for letters laid heir and to remember this
person who was an artist or a sculpture
or a fetish or a warrior or a mother
swimming in the grass

striped catfish as big as leopard
one dog in the camp confusedly arranging
its blanket for awhile
the poem as on a sheet of theft or pain
the garden rain

hovering bell
for wren porch
short wide round
opal fissure

Block

yule never take chemi alive

dithyrambo

dither ambone this

yule am brennan arn

gogh van breugh

yule nevus broom

and yule brenda cinnamondo

like dithyrambo this

mothra fokker

mudra humm

yule nevus limbo

ditty

daddy ratty en gumbo

hossenpfeffer swartzenbreughlure

meine gloosso chemi take me chemi alive anyway

ditheramboy dukes and der water chanel

yule chemi bald on

cheek goblin gumboone

daniel

oboe christian fart rock rambo

John Benet Lennonramsey Pharaoh

ram horned

yule beignet thrones

bucking hard

yule never take mean

dithyrambone Czarcoughinguy

ratty penelope

arrow through the nosering

argent nugent scarry nose cow

a small painting of the Imperror Capon

Just so, and now that the throat-sac of the inevitable beast saviour has become swollen, we may inspect its contours with the telemicroscoptic bene' just before its bruta-beaute' is made visaudiom. But 'throat-sac' is misleading, because as we all know, this peacock geode is something more like a forest, or cite', and it is grown from the floating pale umbilicallous'd object of all will and representation, and could possibly be described, or beginning so, as a poor featherless capon, but one which is still more miraculous in composition than its appearance would suggest beyond the simple contour, but yes, it is a nude chicken, an emperor stripped bare, but an emperor which is also an amorphous gel of scintillant nacre, a kind of opalescent jelly whose skeleton is external, and which grows from the hard, lovely crystal seed, which is in fact its heart, our word. And so, the helixed crystal ladder columns splay out from there, 'en cornuto', to create a bulbous form, a fathromiscent cleverness of erreur, a rowing how, a howing row, a role, a rolling, and a roe, throat-sac as magical speaking egg, and the transparent skeleton which supports the dome becomes the area of feathering, and the feathers are leaves, and the leaves are texts, and the texts are writhing, and sometimes they come loose, and turn themselves into miniature crystal skeletons whose amorphous opalescent chicken organs then form, sui generis of course, and become somewhat muscular, but their propulsion is somewhat indifferent to the legible angles of propulsion we would expect, for there is nowhere to go, for the throat-sac itself remains the extent of the proscenium, or obscenium, or proboscenium, the ingrowing nose, whose eye is itself, n-growth, or, a sound, never able to fall outside the being of a sound, or an image of the will.

nominal echo form

maim fox sly

and bell fox far

when its up the steeple

it remembers

a tale about a flag

some people notice

and cry yoohoo!

but the lovely beast looks down

panting

and otherworldly

thiswordly

have no idea

hauenoidea

bushy wavering

and it does not paint

but the lovely beast looks down

panting

inmerge

take bitter bladders for lanterns

of the nominal sentence

bitter thank yous

to sane john persia

here

there is a note

on the word modern

luminous water

in a transparent volume

thank you under the pale 

green horse woman

of peau

bitter scuba rubber

your tongue text nominal

memories of new caledonia

war hereticks following

the time gods

old crone of absinthe

playing chronos

epaulets of whispers

bitter bladders for

shoulder lanterns

Neutral body bitter principles 

and plants that contain therapeutic

aquatic monkey tadpoles

sane john persia inmerge

space what it is

before or after

rain thoroughly upon the fields

of regret in towing

the dazzling marble brain

whose crenellate oppurtnogy

siphons the text's nominal velocity

to insure

that we bathe in clean downpours

that the whole world space of the brain

is washed clean

to become

the failed french colony 

of new caledonia

in scotland

Mercy Whig!

give back all the cologne

you took

bitter with the drama

of the terraces

with sanity there is absense

around the sentence

to bathe in nominal sentences

and plants that contain therapeutic

aquatic monkey tadpoles

for sane john persia inmerge

immer genie