Cramped (A Series)
multitudes of them
paint lovely me, a women tea with cup to sit at
“romantic like a merry-go-round heard across far fields”
to make sense of things
how do you name it?
[“the very idea that one might get at the
essence of form, at the essence of meaning
in some mathematical/configured sense, and
thus to the basis of cognition/thoughts as the
mathematics is part of the mystique of the
there would be no more music
legs piled high
The room stirred nothing in the drawing—--
staircase The: Or on the, or in the room—--
dining, hinges, rusty through the moistened—--
sea and swollen, airs, woodwork certain—--
from detached, the body the wind (ramshackle
was the house all after) round crept corners,
indoors; keyholes in creeping: dahlias, disappear.
Ominous sounds summer, blows, measured
like hammers, jack, on felt, still shocks
repeated, loosened, further the shawl and
tinkled the cups- tea, crackled, glass in the
cupboard: voice a shrieked, not to agonize the
tumblers left there too, this incomplete, my belief
vibrated [an exploded shell]: day-mid, plain.
Leopard skins among lolloping torches, red
thus gold brought light into suddenly size
possessed and depth hills climbed, thought: she
go down: valley delete pleasure eyes feasted
fruit plates, plunged, bloomed a broke off there
tasseled, returned and hived, looking different
(brought them momentarily): sympathy, twilight.
to pry them apart
what did you find there?
[“Into the open holes of one text appears
another which transforms the whole in a
not so much a sound
[bracketed text = quotes from Johanna Drucker, Intimations of Immateriality (2002)]