An abrupt abutment
of broad earth and wide air
is a line that draws him
without end to the boundary
of wide earth and broad air.
He plows a square on the plain
without end to the boundary,
the bent hedgepost by the sun.
He plows a square on the plain
he inherits and stares past
the bent hedgepost by the sun,
beyond a town, across [...]
GRISAILLE AND SANGUINE
White horses of advertisements, or so—
How quickly our habits pass backward—
A lucky strike, an arrow central
Or a ball spinning proper to the pin—
This paper punches, the black on white
With splash of red for memory—
Every recollection of death
And every contention with the present—
When we’re certain you’re still alive.
The Man Rock
A man is a rock in a garden of chairs and waits a longtime to be over.
It is easier for a rock in a garden than a man inside his mother. He decided to be a rock when he got outside.
A rock asks only what is a rock.
A rock waits to be a [...]
Life, friends, is boring. We must not say so. After
all, the sky flashes, the great sea yearns, we
ourselves flash and yearn, and moreover my mother
told me as a boy (repeatingly) ‘Ever to confess
you’re bored means you have no
Inner Resources.’ I conclude now I have no inner
resources, because I am heavy bored. Peoples bore
me, literature [...]
Ape
You haven’t finished your ape, said mother to father, who had monkey hair and blood on his whiskers.
I’ve had enough monkey, cried father.
You didn’t eat the hands, and I went to all the trouble to make onion rings for its fingers, said mother.
I’ll just nibble on its forehead, and then I’ve had enough, said father.
I [...]
