The Song Form Has a Long History
Over the long haul,
we must not get all worked up over
the reciprocal nesting, the “castling,”
of verse and chorus:
hyena and human once switched places,
as did no drop-off at all
and very steep drop-off, loud darkness
and silent darkness, etc.
The entrance to the desert is guarded
by a hyena on its hind legs
holding a scimitar and a dagger.
It is a comical image.
After crossing the desert, the seeker
enters an area perpetually shrouded in storm,
which enfolds and conceals a silent inner eye;
there, in the midst of the silence, is
a high, final precipice,
the place foreordained for the manifestation
of the object of the seeker’s desire.
When you imagine a thunderstorm nailed in place,
it’s already off the map.
Maybe it does seem a little far-fetched.
I don’t know if I’d even be able to tell
if the bottom fell out.
When I try to imagine,
I see spinning color wheels, and hear slide whistles.
With Fight Scene
One wonders whether correct opinions
will serve as one’s preservation
from one shore to the next
because I am just like you.
But the main thing is to see it through
I don’t know if it broke in half,
or it like rotted in half
I wasn’t the full schema
I couldn’t see the full schema
The men chant according to
interlocking cross-cutting rhythms
because this thwarts the
In this way the monster’s tune
sticks against the walls
of his own lung, which are adhesive
Watch him say he won't apologize
for criticizing the president and
“his broken policy” Watch a recap
of the day's war of words
Have not read the book yet.
I have a few questions.
Could someone contact me
so I can get some clarity? Thank you.
Watch the war, he said
What do you see
from where you’re standing
The picture of a rabbit in faux relief
I said with my eyes closed
to the doctor as he checked
my reflexes and
So you feel like a, rabbit?
No, like the picture of a rabbit,
in faux relief
That’s definitely what I feel like
I see: countless places,
“the attached stylus arm
hinges at the midpoint, thus
when the ink reserve empties out
to a certain degree, the end
of the arm lightens, and the
pen lifts STRIKINGLY
BEAUTIFUL the men chant
according to interlocking cross-cutting
rhythms because this thwarts
the monster’s approach
“Zeno’s paradox against motion”
“The form of this famous problem”
I turned down a million
bad guy things
This reassert’s the monster’s
identity with paralysis
kicks the man in front of him
uppercut to the next guy
reaches behind him arm turns &
fingers braid into whip
yanks feet out from underneath, jumps
knees down impact on head
head butts next one,
throws an elbow which is blocked
then a knee and brings elbow down
so, a conspiracy!
uses whip arm to wrap & sever next fist
starts whipping it around, connecting
gives him time to think, plan
there’s high ground over there
a ventilation hood
if he can get over the fence
but what’s a fence doing
this is an underground tunnel
underwater, it’s all happening so slowly
knocks dude unconscious standing launches
self off dude’s shoulders still standing
lands on the other side of the fence
what is all this, increasingly?
drops fist & winds up whip
whips at faces coming up over fence
then grabs fist again & throws it
enemy falls from the chandelier
the chandelier’s going to have to come down
to electrocute the shark
the man in the shark suit/mask
confusion matched by confusion
the swarm topples the fence but
the man is gone
it’s only a busy street
a municipal tree
where he defending himself was
ink octopus inside-out
and they grabbing hold of
the ink cloud twist
hard into an oversize hornet
then the hornet catches fire
and the fire grows sideways an
orchestra conductor who
raises his baton
but I would, when I was, this was very weird when I was young, I would, my head would just start spinning...um...a- a- and, and, I would, as if, uh, even, not only when I was sleeping, when I was awake, in fact it would happen when I was in a very quiet room... by myself... um, no noise, and I would not, no TV no radio nothing, and I would not have been doing anything that made noise...I would just start, my head would kind of start spinning, not as if I was getting dizzy, but it was almost like this noise was building up inside of my head, it was very odd. And, and I learned, to, the way to stop it, is to either stand up, change what I was doing, or say something, or, or, or turn on the radio, some some external noise, or even, noise made by myself, would [hand clap] stop it.