Overheard on the walk from Lamont to Weidner..

A tremolo — we just don’t know —

could (& will) fill the ground trailing off within cogent discourse in a language without context. It follows thus : Impulses to conceptualize or collectivize contexts are fabulously auteur-like;

sentimental to the core, even if in fact especially if sample texts (such as poetic treatments, meta-essays) argue on the surface against individuation & sentiment. This is self sentiment affecting triumph.

The war rooms (ivory/media towers) in times of blanket authority — assumed — instantiate slaughter of memory & varietals of other texts, schematic petals, stems from where the other goes after s/he drops a thread.


The spring world became vegetables overnight, one or both aver.
Dear mood product injectors, dear United Nations and Plaza, dear darkness in the air.
For all plain speech gets us, dual multiverses judge us, them / anyhow —
each with our own shoes, lucent gray
with a pebble inside, each unrestrained giving away
the one day of all days
for others in either multiverse, which looks impressive now.
P.S. The seasons like before are morally exigent, shivering in a synthetic valence, coming back, never.


On the first anniversary of their taking charge, do Emanuel and Obama maintain persuasion, logical reasoning, and measured, cool demeanor prevail over those who resist them? If so, they are by now both certifiably bonkers. The name of the domain is politics. That calls for skills in theater, sleight of hand, good posture, Simon-says-simple, conditioned rhetoric. If what’s behind these skills is progressive policy, along with personable qualities and strategic intellectual constructs, there is potential for leadership. So far, with regard to Obama & Co., the jurist in me is still out. 

Back to Pynchon.

— Jan. 2010

The genre is, I like gay art. I know nothing about it.

Voices, say, personalities, like voices, are lent us. It’s directional, a voice in the workplace
(seaside, e.g.). Along the marsh coast distant particles of sun reverse presumptions of innocent human form, up to the bridge and lattice.

All around the sounds you hear you’ll find warmth. Live, charged, brilliant to the shore eye.

An obsession invades a host work and the life, like the family and fellow nationals you had.
Four husbands.

Not bad. Ok. Bye.


It was great being with you.
Or was it just me?

Bursting out of your head while you hike thru grasses: All this acreage owned by prosaic dabblers, a-theoretical factual folk. Broken, misunderstood.

It’s different evening on and a child on fire hits back.

Teamwork. Again, our people are what make us great.

And if that’s everything for now, we’ll switch to metonymy. Fresh air
still excessive, a geyser in a box-set of boxes in bigger sets you don't see?
Very classy but nothing so great and natural as fetal non-sleep breathing in your womb!
like a prelude / a vowel habitat exploding with party frogs!


Dawn went.

Not to arouse your undue repentance, your wellbeing was my concern. I won’t forget.

And that does it for this hour. Exclamations postponed further, advancing no counternarrative to mower mechanisms with flames that surround trampling, pressing others into feeling nervous in observed time, expanding behind the capitol. Many observers.

Sun shines larger. We rely,
really like your ideas. / O

It’s such nice work, any idea
with its schema proliferating
a question of .. you can say

I’m still not finished, you pay.
We call soliloquy anti-theoretical
since there’s no one else speaking.
The idea she’s extended is not audible —

it’s just a backstory away
long trusted there inside two rooms —

semantics + looser distinction
over words bringing up the actual goods ..



To commune sounds handsome, calm, bent. In the same call you reverse prerogatives, that is, your voice does. (I’ll table the difference.)

“vacant.. trespass”

— Your message is mixed but never better aligned. We’re together across how’s it going today — this is our hideout, learning the ropes, perusing scraps and hopes of coping.

The unoccupied mind long overdue. The you

I reference is in primary season. With your suitcase.

I’m back in the aftershock reading and lifting heavy plates, reflective or reflecting? you in the foreground w/out belt.


‘Feelings are empty’ .. still / they’re
rude − here is where the motif helps.

I told the boss you said he should go to hell
(after all), protecting the shareholders from hock.

What’s a game emotion like? the hang off it.
The contours. Nothing month. T’on. The combin’ ’n

Not a one in the cards can bend. Phrase whole simply. Save early as

Emotionally poets always knew. ‘Emotional’
conceals larger, shattered statements, ‘knowing
they have not made a point’ —

Should I continue to enjoy happiness at dinner
having intercourse by

Missing motifs? Enjoy living to be admired?
How people talk?


Someone’s missing. Cabs are scarce at this hour I guess. No?

I’m in no hurry.

There are three pleasure substitutes. Here’s one, an itch to have at your consciousness. The tide stands in rain.

A frayed weather pattern is second and last, the context’s normative, blushing with its lil song of guts and neurons —

After Side A deflections accrue. There’s the animal that needs you.

I’m expecting something.

I’m Aldo.

No, you are.

We’re a special team .. filling in voices to more rain in a stainless silence we back out of.

What about cleverness and famine?

Standing, rain assume delay to a degree. Now the sun is shining, nipping, filing matter, spinning, capturing the dress casual of our meaning it but not having it.


The 10 impulses exist.
Stevens would think they cut off stubs growing in the landscape. By design we open our front door and see what politics didn’t do. The shortest path ignited by havoc, honest and exhausted people. From it’s-not-the-same-now to the science of celebration — their betrayal is addictive.

That insight gives one the strength to make oneself at home, stay there, ameliorating; one no longer feels naked, no gaps or overlaps in one’s silence; all one commands is weeping, glowing back and forth mistily across an immense daze, half of it waxing with the plump tesselation adorned along mortal circumstance.


You and I wonder about
staying chaste .. it’s on the house.
Feels great out ahead until there’s a threshold.

In those same terms there’s
a reliance on your pleasure as well as plans.

Optimizing the center
takes more than a single system.

That’s when I propose incentives, not a completely agnostic discipline
about attitudes behind morals, to begin;

you don’t have to do more yoga than

we know – o
take less than nothing that might exist if you wish.


0) nothing horrible, just horrible

both perceptions of opposites leveraged simultaneously

2) meaning not one and more original than none
3) causing internal illogic along w/
4) the adage first thought or never think never losing its death and life ...

We’re enormously self-disciplined torpedoing expenses when it’s cutthroat & officially sanctioned.

Getting a pulse, fixed pupils, dilated. Don’t try this without the others ...

They want to be involved clanked in, again (went back & forth for a time, out of pocket.. ) ..

The sine functions still rising from parterres & topiary snapping in place.

Our place.