daybooking

from Zong! by M. NourbeSe Philip

Michelle Taransky — Mon, 29 Dec 2008 07:52:19 +0000

the that fact
the it was
the were

from The True Keeps Calm Biding Its Story by Rusty Morrison

Michelle Taransky — Sun, 28 Dec 2008 01:28:12 +0000

attempting again proximity with the dead as though they stay in place unmoved stop
as though I could measure closeness if I scratched it with tiny marks stop
opened again the fine pleating that opening each time damages stop

as if it were a stranger’s hand my hand again replaying the reaching out it failed to do stop
gauging the weight of each inherited object ignoring the object itself stop
dwelling increasingly on the floor between memory and involuntarily pushing memory away stop

a few darknesses are inward a few are outward pointing branches in a stand of poplars stop
reason can’t bring over something on the verge of real but unwilling to become it stop
I can paint any blue on a ceiling and none on the sky please advise

from The Birth-mark: Unsettling the Wilderness in American Literary History by Susan Howe

Michelle Taransky — Sat, 27 Dec 2008 01:21:43 +0000

Must see and not see
Must not see nothing
Burrow and so burrow
Measuring mastering

from The Danish Notebook by Michael Palmer

Michelle Taransky — Fri, 26 Dec 2008 05:28:21 +0000

One of our cats, the apricot-colored one, is sleeping in the computer as I write this. He doesn’t give a shit one way or the other. As long as the machine stays warm.

from My Vocabulary Did This to Me: The Collected Poetry of Jack Spicer

Michelle Taransky — Thu, 25 Dec 2008 18:37:45 +0000

I think that then the burning herd
Will turn and follow me towards you
Like unicorns.

from My Vocabulary Did This to Me: The Collected Poetry of Jack Spicer

Michelle Taransky — Wed, 24 Dec 2008 18:40:25 +0000

Don’t worry I will tell you everything.

from My Vocabulary Did This to Me: The Collected Poetry of Jack Spicer

Michelle Taransky — Tue, 23 Dec 2008 18:48:50 +0000

“Listen Bird, why do we have to sit here dying
in a half-furnished room? [...]“

daybooking

from Zong! by M. NourbeSe Philip

from The True Keeps Calm Biding Its Story by Rusty Morrison

attempting again proximity with the dead as though they stay in place unmoved stop as though I could measure closeness if I scratched it with tiny marks stop opened again the fine pleating that opening each time damages stop

as if it were a stranger’s hand my hand again replaying the reaching out it failed to do stop gauging the weight of each inherited object ignoring the object itself stop dwelling increasingly on the floor between memory and involuntarily pushing memory away stop

a few darknesses are inward a few are outward pointing branches in a stand of poplars stop reason can’t bring over something on the verge of real but unwilling to become it stop I can paint any blue on a ceiling and none on the sky please advise

from The Birth-mark: Unsettling the Wilderness in American Literary History by Susan Howe

from The Danish Notebook by Michael Palmer

from My Vocabulary Did This to Me: The Collected Poetry of Jack Spicer

from My Vocabulary Did This to Me: The Collected Poetry of Jack Spicer

from My Vocabulary Did This to Me: The Collected Poetry of Jack Spicer

attempting again proximity with the dead as though they stay in place unmoved stop
as though I could measure closeness if I scratched it with tiny marks stop
opened again the fine pleating that opening each time damages stop

as if it were a stranger’s hand my hand again replaying the reaching out it failed to do stop
gauging the weight of each inherited object ignoring the object itself stop
dwelling increasingly on the floor between memory and involuntarily pushing memory away stop

a few darknesses are inward a few are outward pointing branches in a stand of poplars stop
reason can’t bring over something on the verge of real but unwilling to become it stop
I can paint any blue on a ceiling and none on the sky please advise