Thursday, November 02, 2006

A recent poem still in process, because

Part One


Or/rather


I.

In recognition of the vast escape
between the body and her own or perhaps they were reading her
body as self as property
as property could can rise up
as property will as
we will under

Our frequent domination was the subject of discourse
frequent disintegration into
not body not [self] “my own hand my fingers/feet”
these re presentings under [their own] fingers/feet

Yes you found violence it was me
beating submission from notebooks
the black eye ink spots and
covers at an awkward angle


II.

Her own body for power of over
though the hands might rise up the voice
a spoken self
how then to command
“I speak my body
into contortions”
might not you entreat it to still under
your “own hands your fingers/feet” might not
she bid the nipples to forget order and
ordering into

She wished not to confuse
power and capitulation they were so like they
both involved losing one’s head


III. The naming of things

Call it the linguistic equivalent of paper [money][property]
he said “the world of things were not waiting to be named”
and yet
we speak “oval” and an elongated roundness manifests
a sub [super] textual element
she bids the lips open
the breath to halt

“I am un equal to” you I define

‘Dear Molly, Someday
I wish you to know how the world deals in differences and you
too will know yourself by what you are not’


[here we begin the discourse over again wherein
we seek to discover the explicit or absolute nature
of the material at hand “She spoke for instance of
a family tragedy and so perhaps Molly this could be
a deeply spiritual or at least metaphysical statement
about the nature of”]


IV. [for Erik]

Lend me your other hand the first will not reach and
then are there so many places flesh can touch and not reach
for that matter all of each other and for that reason
the poets write of eyes Lend me your other eye the
first will not reach and then are there so many souls the
eyes cannot offer
they offered to each[other] the mundane-painful-ecstasy-of-coupling


V.

She bade the self [property] the
hands to rise up body

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