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Tom Beckett



DISARMATURES

Our blinds’ slats
section the Outside.

Nothing 
                but interruptions.

“I’ll have
a piece of that.”

*

APPEAR TO LOOK BACK.

*

“Do not forget that a poem, even though it is composed in the language 
of information, is not composed in the language-game of information.”
—Wittgenstein, Zettel (#160)

*

Picture planes
Open doors
Vanishing points

*

“Let me in,”
 some voice said;
“or, maybe, out,”
same voice said.

*

Punctuation is a fingerprint.

*

Watching over washing over watchsing.

*

Our blinds’ slats
                               appear
to recur.

*

Repetition (modulation)
massages attention.

*

The inexistent insists
on afterimages.

*

Parentheses multiply and shimmer.

*

DO NOT FORGET

TO REMEMBER.

*

Even though
a poem
is neither in
nor out of
                    facture.
*

Hypnogogic gag reflex.

*

Even though
a poem
is neither in
nor out 
                of the moment
(that garment
of time).

*

The slipperiness 
(of separation)
exceeds recognition.

The frontier
of our body
breaks out
in space.

*

Our blinds’ slats
repeat their
regular rhymes.

*

INSIDEOUTSIDE
INSIDEOUTSIDE
INSIDEOUTSIDE
INSIDEOUTSIDE
INSIDEOUTSIDE
INSIDEOUTSIDE
INSIDEOUTSIDE
INSIDEOUTSIDE
INSIDEOUTSIDE
INSIDEOUTSIDE
INSIDEOUTSIDE
INSIDEOUTSIDE
INSIDEOUTSIDE
INSIDEOUTSIDE

*

Between or around
a phenomenology
of feeling



arpeggiated words
s
    p
o
  o
       l into
                   mood music
(aka arousal).


*

Is a ghost
                    a dissolving boundary?

*

Even though
a poem
is ether

a poem
is ore.

*
I want
to be
the mistake

you have
to make.

I want
to be

the rhyme
you can’t
                     avoid.

*

The space
of thought
is bifurcated.

*

 Even though
a poem

is nothing
but network.

*

Even though nothing
                                       is a poem. 

*

Who am
 I, you,
 we, they?

Where, why, 
when, how?

*

A person wears
 a tee shirt.
 An I is printed
on its front.  
A YOU is 
on its back.

*

The space
 of thought
 is hypnogogic.

*

Go flesh!!!

*

Our blinds’ slats
 resemble a grid.

*

What is the space
 of thought most often
 mistaken for?

And what’s the mistake
 taking up the most space?

*



Tom Beckett's most recent book is Appearances: A Novel in Fragments, available as a pdf download from Moria Books
 
 
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2 Comments:

Blogger rappel said...

I like there's so much air surrounding these packets of words packets of thought

9:48 PM  
Blogger Tom Beckett said...

Thanks Rosaire. Space is the place!

12:21 PM  

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