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September 2009

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There must have been this plan to keep

from piling them up and burning them

into loss that would complete a circuit.

Stand so. There's nothing but not here.

You get distracted. It is your electricity.

In plain talking then I get to. So if you're

In, I'll find a way to twist it to astronomy.

It wasn't talking about my light anyway.

And a glyph is not a person but a tool.

with our excellent rate of return

You'd have to say like the or
like a or we wouldn't know enough to continue

As … humanity lost in grace
a plain speaking plenty confuses then them for one

As well as batty fleeting things
as far as any brachial plexus injury was a prayer

Knees completely green and
kneels completely grounded and blown through

Some tiny red flowers aren't roses
and like the difficulty of a portrait with its back to us

Shopping verses in Matthew
Greek and Latin fail to nurse an expression in English

Gone down a bomb
kept saying as enough kept it down like a bomb

Writing the contact
it would be myself with thick and unclean hands

Looking down as no one guessed
what surfaces even more brightly than wounds

The literal extreme
but here he does use a blotter with his pen

Its devious staring into white
a crow on a bike like with suspicions superior to

Have written in spite these figures
in cloth no less isolated than the law we follow

That tells our date of birth
and who could ever ask for a more even breath

I know that once it's written not
much will change for six or seven years until

He'd lost the getting over he'd found
then used those metaphors packed into his shoes

For cold feet indoors and out
some eyes make houses out of windows

Practical and dreamlike staring
into curiosity toward a current of listening to

Steely thoughts or nearly absolute
silence inside a plea nearly not there and secret

A timid sublime having raked
over the understanding the inessential order

Almost touching the glass an hour
past much that comes into the room as sunlight

You are fooling yourself
it is thinking gets so lonesome in the ocean

As if the world could be sucked out of everything
all at once

something we studied

Once taken, this reading

    becomes the carefulness

        of one who wants to be liked,

approved, and honored by the other.

    If one thinks completely so, then

        the other will nod

and smile a completely rotten smile.

    Any of us should be

        after something. Just one drop of it.

As becomes turns into

    a different sort of verb that handles

        our inconclusive traffic with much gladness.

As one goes on liking a stream that temples

    into a desert people going on

        made of tim'rous grimaces & fevers.

up-to-date version of concern for a fact

Lately everyone is talking about the Deer we could have for dinner.

I will take several turkeys in gravel. There's this.

Hold. Hold still for a moment.

This concern for actual venison in the Age of Poetry is

Driving us into nervous and geometrical Gastronomies.

Still. The city of Mahwah seems to be saying

Act your age and be still. Act your age and be still.

with none of the words from the poem in it

The sky is my regional factory.

But I don't have to tell you where I got it.

Who spoke Looked like a dead man when he died.

In gossip I ask you to join a lynch mob fixed on him or her.

To learn speaking as my computer speaks would be one odd thing.

The sky is my tiny hold on a covey of inclinations.

Counsel me. Cudgel me. Cancel me.

The branches are full of sayings. Look. A flaming up.

one of the things that was really cheap of me

I don't have pages.
My geography books took water.
My math books got on.
My literature book overdid it.
I don't have pages.

Do you? Do you have pages?
Do you? Did you id your duty?
Did you ha pages of it.
Pages and pages of it.
Done you? Done you did?

So where did they? Do?
Somewhere on pages
Accidental all over and done.
My project worked over & did
So many missing pages of it.

My poetry did pages of it. To do
What they wanna do. Maths
& geographies. Put them down
Then done in me. Without pages
I said name me. Name me one

I don't have pages. It broke.
What I said in the eighties I said.
Really after pages I said I'm
Looking for my pages from that.
Then why not put a picture there.

My duty would be to put one
Over your head but not on any
Pages of it blown over that wall
Into the public where I don't have
Pages. I draw the line at having

Pages. Would you put your hand
Over the wall just once & then
Have done your duty toward your
Math and Geographical books.
I wouldn't have done it. Not ever.

ABOUT thirty-two seconds on top

first

is it about A
is it about FILM
is it about BY
Is it about PETER
Is it about GIDAL

then

is it about SCRIPT ON A LEADER
is it about SCRAPES ON A LEADER
is it about SPECKS ON A LEADER

is it about AN UNSTEADY CAMERA
is it about AN UNPLEASANT WHITE
is it about SOMETHING FORWARD

is it about SKY NOTHING
is it about THEN THE PLANE
is it about NOT CARING TOO MUCH

is it about NOT REALLY

is it about THE BOUNCE
is it about THE GRUBBY RECTANGLE
is it about THE YOUNG MAN'S HAND

then

is it about THE DANCING LEADER SCRIPT
is it about THE LOWER LEFT STRUCTURE
is it about VERTICAL WEAR LINES

is it about NOTHING SO SEEN
is it about NOTHING AS SUCH
is it about WHAT'S SEEN AS SUCH
is it about SUCH SO SEEN

then

is it about SECOND THIRTY-THREE
is it about A ROOM

is it about FAR I IN IT
is it about it
is it about it

then

is it

Clouds a film by Peter Gidal at UBUWEB