Anita Need, 2011

i. 

O’ new muse come see me

Now that you are absolutely obsolete

            The new muse doesn’t listen to things with words–well–discernable language

Calling you down, then, from your house

Means that I want something really special, and that even more

You better have it if you want some attention

            The new muse thrives on attention while detesting intention

But what about invention?

The new muse deserves and receives a moderate amount of credit for the disparate state of contemporary aesthetic conventions.

I asked about invention, not convention, but while you’re at it, does this mean I belong in the narrative of a larger movement?

            Convention and invention correspond more than you are probably imagining

Concerning these vents, then, my events, I again call you, my nude muse – Will you answer or will I make a one sided four dimensional conversation for us?

            That’s not a real question

Then my answer will respond to everything but itself’s self

            And as for just itself?

Will receive explanation in passing in passages

           

            From my mouth

To yours truly

I. 

Anita Need, betray me

to screaming peers

an image in a pane

-pangs of it is made

to hear what is seen

outcrafting our sun

while the mouth lacks            

utility

my body has no body

but its body

with your rocking permutations

–matching exaltations

coarsely, you are more fun

for my face, Anita Need

than words without you

could ever be

II. 

Video is static without you

Making us stand, speak and scream

To one another as a same typed thing

Participating in an arena in which we

Hear, feel and sometimes even see happenings

As they happen to one another and ourselves

– in language one part of a part of one unit

at a time analogizing fantastically, mythically multiplying our state or some other

depicted as in photographs yet not known, our own

in a first or second-hand sense, but another as from a story

full of interpolations                all the more stirring because of them.

Without this first state, Anita, the one in which you appear

Flanking us alongside ourselves wearing unfamiliar hats with common prints,

possibilities can’t enter our pockets as necessary items do

only to fall due to a lack of prudence that manifests in the absence

of a key case, despite the recommendation

of one by all importantly chosen authorities involved.

III.

Anita, I called you by name

Upon finding the state of excitement

In which you excite only yourself – not

For lack of catalyzing enzymes – my

Credentials are riddled with them as sebaceous pores.

We’ve no excuse for this Idleness anymore –  it sits on my chest

during something like sleep, buoying the five hundred

Thousand pounds of pressure per cubic breath

With which I now command both you and your sister –

I mean business, Anita; You, the subject of mine as I am to yours

In this thing of foreign design; I motion with smell

Overriding what’s written sincerely,

Taking you for walks, mumbling to her, the Other not apart

From practice but being beside it, embodying the breast bestially  

but not completely ­–

even mild slaps embolden, yielding a single word outlined with white

Why is it white you choose and not red, brown, green, yellow, black or another?

Could I not track you more easily with them, and if other factors inform

Your decision, what are they? Can I know them with my hands? If not, my feet then?

Surely my feet could do the job you need. They broach the opposable, and

I haven’t walked barefoot anywhere in a long time. See, I respect

your boundaries – respect my needs.

Don’t fulfill them, though. I’d hate nothing more than to be filled.

With you, Anita, as with everyone, I seek nothing more than

Everything that is neither within nor beyond my grasp. Is that not

The making of successful art, and if it is not, how else could any art

Of a man succeed?

Fuck the sublime – that’s not what – I’m talking about – here:

From this distance derives from a proportional force within “A”

From each space filled, one ascertaining another

Of each space fulfilled, a master refutation

Of each repetition, a stirring

For each, speech lies

In every lie, something to do

With every activity, an opportunity

With all opportunity, a place

In each place, an opportunity

With all opportunity, a place

IV. 

Need(xX)

Heed(xX)

NeedHeedHeedNeed(xXX&Y)

Heeding need is hard