Raymond Farr


Vindre Eage (Wind’s Eye)
For/After J. D. Nelson

To one gull [dull as
an ego]
                       a spittoon’s 
a cartoon

Brings meaning a bucket

Looks always 
               up words

               covert as Jones
but in a balloon

*

As blood of the manor, I am thinking of Petrarch & Karl Marx at thinking

*

I am
docked at a voice box

                  writes pelicans a
shoe box
                   [size 9 not 11]

For he who is rattled

has saddled up RANDOM
In September
w/pine cones

Enchants without chair

*

In toasted golden crispiness of poems
Off key is to sing
To be sMASHED

Some KALL it a boa
Some paint it a pebble

“…a tout a l’heure, you boat refugee!”

If we 
Buckets of NARRATE…

we hang in time2



Reprisals Are Free Not ComplimentaryWhat is this Age of 
        Being & Nothingness & Being
                       That we exist in?—

                  Marcel Duchamp rants at a nail

                           Hans Arp believes he’s a roof

                               Banana in hand 
                                     & coming to order
                                                They motor in fins
                                 Lacking a tomb bomb

                        In this strategy

                A species of paradigm
                       That I nick name Fandango

                                                Hoists itself up
                     On the banks of Dada’s pink river 
                                             
                           But if the center will not hold
                                             The images still

          While teaching the eye
                   All about ovals & wandering thoughts

                               Should I pause in the onslaught 
                        Of tortured illusions?

                               Appearing as a bridge appears?

                       On one bank—a xe, a xhe

                                   Aligning their torsos
                                     Preparing for love-making

                          On the other bank— 
                                                     A self-aware figure 

    

The View from Our BedsWho is this mental zoo-person going 
              To kill tonight?

                       His magazines bear thought
        —a whizzer

             Of the unbreakable foreknowledge
       Of consequence 
                                     He manipulates the 
                              Outcome
                Streaming live
                                           Video feeds
          Like melted ice cream

                                                    Until
                                The outcome is
                          Flawed,
                             A fault has occurred

*

                                   —spar & spire
Drag us from the view
From our comfortable beds

               For what is that sound,
               That demeaning immoral hush

But someone divine
                                  Decrying the bosses
           His or her vanity 
                     Abandoned for the dogs’ sake

*

         —in the half blurred horizon
                             No mitigation

                        The clouds metamorphose
Into shapes that are evil 
Into shapes that are goodness  

                                             Whole 
                                    Entire 

Civilizations having packed up
                   & abandoned the neighborhoods

*

                    Nothing is for good this time
Nothing is for the better
Overall

             Other cities’ gravity lacks semblance
                                 Of hands

               The cup of the world 
                                        is spilling out

                  The looks on the faces of angels
Are forcing the issue
                             
                                         As though a simple
Summer breeze
Means exile—

                                          Is, in fact, 
                   a predominant symptom

Raymond Farr is the author of two free ebooks: Two Texts, and chainge (White Sky Ebooks 2010, 2011) as well as numerous books in print, including Ecstatic/.of facts (Otoliths 2011), Purple Mountain Believers (Blue & Yellow Dog Press 2011), and There Is Something Missing in the Whole Transaction between Us (Blue & Yellow Dog Press 2011). His work has also been anthologized in Sidebrow 01 Anthology.He is editor of Blue & Yellow Dog.
 
 
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