Friable
So opened a feeling that had no door
Fantasy tilled my thoughts
toward thought without object
toward thought without object
position without claims
desire lapped legibility’s edge
no arguments no examples no hierarchy
to parse detail from salience
The fantasy never points
outside itself
to parse detail from salience
The fantasy never points
outside itself
inexhaustible withness, weak syntax
for the fantasy has no outside
no door—
and no interior either
just a hum inside my own distrust
The fantasy tries tactics against extraction
a feeling opened
grows murky, turbid
to frustrate the premise
moving out into the limbs
The fantasy is obvious
attempts no trick
attempts no trick
Dream spaces slid on top of one another:
while accepting tricks
as conditions of appearing
as conditions of appearing
the bell tower of the Judson church
straw-colored brick
appeared again and again
appended to different settings
See “No to virtuosity”
with and against the fact
with and against the fact
the vantage from below
was longing itself
“The dance took eight weeks to learn”
was it dance, architecture, a lineage, worship
or simply there:
the structure marking as it does
my route after work toward home
Though susceptible to projection
Beyond proximate
from somewhere closed in, cellular
desire rose
up to its edges
(being as it is pure screen)
elaborate pressing
sunk inside flesh
the fantasy is not
a template for action
a template for action
indurate / obdurate stone
Prayer that my questions
may not drift
into mere utility
may not drift
into mere utility
in the dark living room
lilies pushed their scent out
“No to transformations
magic and make-believe”
magic and make-believe”
a look to decorate the waiting
To bring about any kind of effect
would require extension, invasion
would require extension, invasion
The feeling of being ebbed into
closed and green
extension through wanting
like I am the loose earth I lie on
growing intractable
like uggh, release me
My desire for richness of sight
stank of empire
stank of empire
as rules come from anywhere
by a logic I can semi-see
What comes along
now that I’ve grown suspicious of all claims
to make the next things happen?
I found myself saying
and in saying revealing
that for which I didn’t have the particular words
one thing (not another)
then another and the the next
then another and the the next
Speaking then of congruence
between that which has no form
What I am wanting
Let the resonances fall
toward a shape
no finding
a simple pattern
no finding and wanting
Can I move like that?
is to be freed from the limits of precision
to what amorphously is
as one piece of a contradiction
sets the other aglow
sets the other aglow
