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CANDICE WARD AND TREVOR
JOYCE is all my love Watch (worked from an Hungarian folksong) who owns should take stock the clock is past ten attend fire and water or suffer the loss let who owns be aware that eleven is gone that nobody knows how the axe joints the life now some are past caring the small hours surround us we have lived a day more the small hours surround us the clock has struck two for the jilt and the lover the god and the creature the beast and the butcher the clock minds the shortfall Without Asylum for Angela true we may surmise how a knife hatched out of meat should fledge span with blade then unexpectedly take flight onto some sill moult there with clutch of fist falling from it arm with balance of muscles altering to lift and lay its murderous intent and disturbed dreams and brood how everything broken so they say points to the unbroken forgetful is it of what did the breaking as I witness my own loathing and desire walk through the dreaming labyrinth of my child while detailed depositions state how further on within the wood whose skew bent registers which wind prevails itself perpetually ragged and worn from ocean breath and sun and every flame it quenched in its far fetch the bright axe blossom suddenly the long bones lever up from it like anthers and beyond the startling calyx of teeth an avid buzzing perishable fruit set thicken and disintegrate to load with sweet secure deposits of afflicting gold their remote cells and stipulate eventual shelter from the fall asylum from the edge a luminous domain unbounded seldom they relate why the innocent whose mouth is like a bowl of blood blurts words already darkened with gods and sacrifices how I have the face of those whose faces have rotted and although whirring blades have been observed to crystallize spontaneously throughout the native rock and ramify in gangs and casual crews good companies exfoliate pervasive and exotic dust where tellers and their firm controllers fight to reconcile accounts and sound is severed from the dogs throat there is no further testimony to the effect how in this realm of agents deeds and instruments one sees at last displayed an armoured beast whose head a growth of flame in the shadow of the ripening clocks the river sames destroys itself the jug absconds leaving to the grasp only a sustained bewilderment like dice spinning Approach of Bodies Falling in Time of Plague for Alex Davis Friction was seen as a contaminant, polluting the beauty of the frictionless world of astronomical bodies. New Scientist, 22 Aug '98 through the shuttered chamber meagre lightfall as the medium of exchange we must defend full swift it slipped out of its golden bed lest base should flood good tender ebb split at the wedge warm beam from cool their fibrous intertwinings withered off fresh days lie cured in silver salts he himself absorbed missed the dark bands rule the established causeways meet their ends shun touch and heft to weld a world where toys whirl just by other toys perturbed pecunia non olet cash can't vet the spectral stars and how this incoherent chronicle remote and lasting through reiterate dawns holds nothing lofty nothing fell *** through the shuttered chamber meagre lightfall their fibrous intertwinings withered off fresh days lie cured in silver salts remote and lasting through reiterate dawns * through the shuttered chamber meagre lightfall split at the wedge warm beam from cool he himself absorbed missed the dark bands rule the spectral stars and how this incoherent chronicle holds nothing lofty nothing fell * as the medium of exchange we must defend lest base should flood good tender ebb the established causeways meet their ends pecunia non olet cash can't vet holds nothing lofty nothing fell * as the medium of exchange we must defend full swift it slipped out of its golden bed shun touch and heft to weld a world where toys whirl just by other toys perturbed Proceeds of a Black Swap this morning we saw blood on the floor of all the major exchanges here fire displays its worst intensities we entered into certain of them found us embarrassed discovering some factor in the difficult atmosphere as deeds grow vague remembrance falls from vogue redress turns myth and cruentation a lost hope made weep again the irregular when it came our turn for we too have had our losses where growing fields still answer to good names to fix obliterate possess and cleanse often been broke then perforce broke odd eggs to feed ourselves dark maps that underfoot have grown familiar the least upset is not to recollect their dole they mopped up quick could our strong agents err? *** this morning we saw blood on the floor as deeds grow vague remembrance falls from vogue redress turns myth and cruentation a lost hope the least upset is not to recollect their dole * this morning we saw blood on the floor discovering some factor in the difficult atmosphere made weep again the irregular dark maps that underfoot have grown familiar they mopped up quick could our strong agents err? * of all the major exchanges we entered into certain of them found us embarrassed when it came our turn for we too have had our losses often been broke then perforce broke odd eggs to feed ourselves they mopped up quick could our strong agents err? * of all the major exchanges here fire displays its worst intensities where growing fields still answer to good names to fix obliterate possess and cleanse behaviour self! i don't mean idle dukes or greedy merchant-princes my small adulterating shopkeeper i mean you! if inordinate or insatiate longing esp. for wealth whether secured in the going concern or as static inventory be divided up and decomposed in discrete actions or that gilded puddle beasts would cough at then it is like seeing a gorgeously wrought ice-castle the thing is so cold so utterly pure else have i just drawn nearer my own death * i don't mean idle dukes or greedy merchant-princes consider then the double-entry account is not merely objective and rational and public this rack of balances transparent to a fault still has no emotional meaning and all the news we're fed is stale remote infinities instead serve us for spectacles dark singularities eternal cold time folded in an instants flame the things that they come out with! * but ice does not bruise the water that would run contrary to nature we observe here our own artifice indistinct as water is in water still has no emotional meaning and will itself come to a rotting stand where lower forms mutate and thrive blue beads combs knives hawks bells and fish hooks else have i just drawn nearer my own death * but ice does not bruise the water water scald the ice like bends to like unkind to kin without any little bit of change at all sir yet a manscape of a hundred thousand souls is a moving spectacle subject to the principle of the persistence of retinal impressions perceived by the eye as a perfectly continuous movement their intermittent blackness overlooked the things that they come out with! Some Notes The final three pieces are constructed lattice-wise, their lines to be read in two distinct orders.Both are given here. Approach and Proceeds are each structured like a sigma, S, while the final poem is roughly in the form of the mathematicians' symbol for infinity .Approach of Bodies Falling in Time of Plague: Newton's most productive period, during which he arrived at many of his major discoveries concerning gravity and the composite nature of natural light,coincided with a severe outbreak of the plague. In his later years he was appointed Master of the Royal Mint. Gresham's Law in economics states that "bad money drives out good". The tag "pecunia non olet"asserts that "money doesn't stink", thereby suggesting that, whatever its history, it comes clean to each new transaction. Proceeds of a Black Swap: This term is defined in P.W.Joyce's English as we Speak it in Ireland:"when two fellows have two wretched articles such as two old penknives each thinking his own to be the worst in the universe, they sometimes agree for the pure humour of the thing to make a black swop, i.e. to swop without first looking at the articles.When they are looked at after the swop, there is always great fun." behaviour self!: This was written for inclusion in A Book for Tom Raworth, to celebrate his sixtieth birthday. While most of the lines are drawn either from Walter Benjamin's Arcades project, or from citations in the OED, "still has no emotional meaning", the line which stands at the central bridge of the infinity-sign, is, like the epigraph, taken from Emptily. ********************************************* | ||||
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A Chide's Alphabet Issue 1
May 2001 |
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