Politic enlarges
a prosthetic order;
it affects
an ignorance
of madness and absurdity.

aAz

[09:]

A spring
an almost summer
and I am here among
these trees
luminous birds
ripe grasses
which gave such incomparable
unknowable
surprising form
to my first decagon of years—-
(surpassing
every schooling)…..

aa/z’

[OWFA:]

Out of this bough

Winds pick

>From pollen cones

A cloud

a)a)
z’

Nature?
That ridiculous,
undifferentiated
conglomerate;
it exists,
it clowns
as vain reflection;
—-it does not live.

Nature,
with its Latin reverberation,
as transportation,
as birth,
yet incises,
knots
a passage.

(juice and syllable)

(bone and ganglion)

An.

sexuality

rims
subtleties

gender
envies

and contemns it

aaa”
z(

with its zero:)

dryness

veils

surveils us

as water

kisses

water

z’(z’(z’
A

wow
bow-wow
and a swoon.

what an exhaustion,
what a prolongation,
what a
yeast-explosion
(souffle)
(implosion)
yesterday
was.

The Past is not dead;
it’s not even past.

Recently,
often enough,
my body has been a
contagious site

for arduous,
tenacious
spirits

for collisions,
elisions, litterings,
erosions,
floods
of certain humours,
certain histories.

Very much
in the Locus
of Mallarme and Naufrage,
Coup de des.

This “present” circumstance
(of intellectual inertia)
is untenable,
is impossible.

It Is Time—-
to cut the Strings
(of the Violin)—-
and to way with the giving Storm,
across the gravelled
waves.

The rigour,
the balance,
the elastic effervescence
of the Sycamore
surpass
every aspect
of the House.

No Need of Nature,
No Need of Art for This—-.

Franz
conceives of a “man”
who awakens in “his” bed
with the body of a scarab
(Old Egypt and its Love
of Puns);
a “man” who yet
(miraculously)
“retains” his human head.

What
might we say of a man,
who neither sleeps nor wakes;
who finds himself
inside
a Mural-Wall,
Wall-inside-a-Forest,
Land
travelling at Sea?

Wall: as Compass.
Forest: as its Clock…..

A….Reader? ….Reader-Hand?

Aestival,
estual,

Rain-Hand

Palus-Reeder?

(As with
*I Ching*—-
Biting-through-the-Sack….

What
kind of Sky?)

An.

– a. zega