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Jared Schickling and John Bloomberg-Rissman

Your Transcript / primate 8.3 (cont'd)


12/22/08 4:58 AM
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“to” [ TO ] seen
who sees me
who sees my luminous machine
whose eyes gleam within
who rushes into the black with its white stripes.

                when you were never you anyway

with your mouth muffled up like a wet rose
and the eight-sided honeycombs your hands would hold
you stood and suppressed your tears
for whole mornings on the outskirts of the world.

you turned your back, in shame and grief,
on the bearded cities …
Look how you lie on the salting stock
as they take the death mask from your face.

                when you were never you anyway

there was no need for upper case letters

                when you were never you anyway

and yet …

and yet …

- Please
- Thank you
- No thank you
- No
- Yes
- Give me some time to think about it
- I am wrong
- You were right
- It's not about who’s wrong or right
- I’m sorry
- Please forgive me
- I forgive you

And these pieces of yours

                               “extr ntcapabl”

                               “vrbl + llusio / dpth”

                               “bread soup-a throat infection-letting myself go”

                               “(“From one sign to the other” and so on …)”

                               “shitr, mate”

have a rare power I cannot quite describe, something like saturated with shimmering pools of ink.

                               whose singing is the silence of its silencing

… sung as he altered HAVE SUNG but still sung as if he didn’t know the word that love and sorrow begin with.

                               THE WIND BLOWS.
THE RAIN FALLS.
   THE SNOW FALLS.
     THE STREAMS FLOW.
       THE RIVERS FLOW.
         THE OCEANS RISE.
           THE OCEANS FALL.

neither the
mills of the Gods nor the mortar and pestle of the apothecary can grind out a
comprenezvous, a je comprends,                [ WAIT- ] [ WAIT? ]
                                                               [ INSERT DELETED NOTES ]

Delete                its
notes to see                               it
better, cuz what there is

i breathes           the wave

i breathes

The Wind

There’s no thing here but applicable
misreads

Love strengthens and it brings rough weather.
      as the adventure will show.
Ah, how it all comes together.
      the stranger cannot know.




 
 
 
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