by Kevin Ortiz Fallis Coferyoung Judithjeff
Necessary to respect what we discard, as a young man (I’m sure of it, of at least my youth) I’d read somewhere, sunny perhaps, with the green of ferns filtering across pages, “Longing on a large scale is what makes history.” And waiting then, assured of the evagination of events, that I could easily insert, sheathe myself in the scale, I was calm, and cradled my peace, happy to dream the world would end, an necessary adjunct to my discontent. Well by Jeez, Joseph ‘n’ Harry that’s poppycock! Always in the name of an easy past we condemn the difficult present!-- So we must, it appears, inquire into the qualities of something of which we do not know.
For instance, suddenly inundated, wrenching images closely knit upon the zinc roof of a provincial washhouse.
Out of a monster’s grip, like silent girls, darkness dropped—
“But that day, in the rainless tempest,
Approaching the extravagant embrace,
Impossible to, I never doubted
For an instant, not even if
Life’s waters fell as rain.”
When this super-
Is done, I lie back on pillows and sleep with my face to the South.
I sleep late, but less,
And wake, sit-up straight;
My house is poor
And at the door-
Step no one knocks.
Those that I love have left me.
In the first cold I don my quilted coat, the last leaf already flown from the boughs, I meet
her foster-mother in the road.
For you will not
Cut off what is
To what is,
Neither being scattered
Everywhere, in every
Way, in order,
Nor being brought together,
In the “thick
Lived tenor of things.”
--“Well, so much for the views on the soul our predecessors handed down.”
--“We say, then, that one kind of being is substance.
In fact, however, it is an axe,
A story that doesn’t flinch.
Nor do we deliberate about particulars, about whether this is a loaf, for instance, or is cooked the right amount; for these are questions, perceptions, and if we keep on deliberating at each stage we shall go on without end, and this will be what we are looking for, and if more than one are complete, the most complete of these will be what we are looking for.”
A short time passed. I was becoming distracted.
I was laughing.
At last, she lowered her head and asked me in an undertone,
--What do you mean? I’m afraid.
My life was following an increasingly crooked path.
A sooty cloud was blackening the sky…
What was happening in the bedroom was bringing us closer together.
She wanted to be given extreme unction while she went through her death throes for my benefit.
“Fuck dead things and you’ll end up a self-loathing suicidal wanker with a knife in your gut and a bloody, sticky dick hanging out of your shorts, poetry as incarnation.”
Seek truth and ripe dreams will follow, they said. How can I best find a new place to live? Is this my new soul mate? Every activity, though, has special tricks that can only be learned through practice, kisses. If after ten minutes, the indicator fails to move at all,
it comes homeward, from the Eastern religious traditions. Everytime though I tell the story, how I met a man who made me want to fall in love again, all anyone hears is that he was married.
Sincerely I am very dissatisfied to know that some people
Do not support a project that many have worked hard to put in place.
The training I have, the training I had, although easily learned and in
Far less time than that of any psychiatrist, was tested thoroughly
As he screamed at me across the miles.
But he told me things he never told anyone else.
The malformation is pancephalic, the love of a good woman. The children stay.
What perfect weather, every morning,
Every morning, sand still damp,
Easy to walk on,
Like cement we are,
In the last stage of drying.
--We’ve got plenty more.
I wasn’t going to say anything, but, well…
But then I thought, it’s what men do.
--Long rectangles of the net-curtained windows
Filled with a faint light, and the sick
Woman’s Breath, scolding, almost
Allow me to digress. Do you
Ever wish you were more beautiful?
Fairness is important to me.
I sit in the kitchen. When the cup becomes half-full with thick phlegm, my breathing is under control and I can go back to sleep. To grow in faith through the reading of the New Testament requires that we comprehend it to the fullest degree possible,
But we did well,
Well I think, and take back
Into your heart
Into your home the freedman
Who was once dear to you,
Even if there’s
No one like me
Around to interfere for them,
Because of our weakness, slowness
Living, hearing about the nature
Of things, the earth, indeed,
Under the heavens—nothing,
Under the heavens—nothing,
It is worth hearing, grows under the sea;
Our experience the same, of these stones
And as, the whole region, eaten away,
Begnawn, as jades, with bots,
We live, in a certain hollow
Of the earth the way things,
In the sea, are eaten by the salt
And the salt-water, confident
Only demanding, not the sow
But for a definition of ham,
Content to ask no longer
Why animals inspire our dreams.
No sensible man would insist these things are as I have described them.
to step out
close to sunset,
for the reward is beautiful
and the hope
of continuing fear is great
and flows from there to the rivers,
from the regions of the earth as from a
prison, more good than harm,
ornamentation, not alien, during life.