Sunday, May 18, 2008

charles olson and jz on home avenue remember the days, while i pluck my hairs into strings of sound. she is suspended. she is suspended upon a harp

i'm going to start over
i'd like to ,
you know
that freshness of first sounds
the breakdown of pieces
we learn you know, to build up
upon ourselves until
we are faintly crashing
with our
with our
with our
magnanimity and
and and
our graciousness
ooh that graciousness of being
clap for me
applaud, oh yes

but i would like to speak of letters
crash down upon my words
dissolve them and
dissolve myself
into faint pieces
where i would
where i would speak of pieces
to remember
and then build then again
a word of me worth remember
i am past the symbol
i am tired
the multiple complexions of ritual
hold me i say
i was born a world
world with symbol and sound
and you could name me nameless then
to be a world

i'm going to look through old boxes
and through them, unto doors
i am going back to the beginning, you
old places
they came
i'd like to go back to the first letters
which slipped past me
a letter it seems
given it was to my mouth
a letter like f, symbol
where i slobbered it into being
i slobbered it i say slobbered it and
rubbed round its sharp creases with my pound of wet rubber
its sharped creases
into sound worth having for me
sound worth having for me
sound worth having
oh sound i say
worth having for me


i'd like to speak syllables
they were ripe for me

the foundings of my nature
stop this coagulation
of phonemes
stop this coagulation
come to one
the steady wagging coagulation of me
i eat myself
and know not what
i eat

but sounds flies back
sound flies back
the return
i think
upon calling
the steady pieces of flying pieces dissolving
back unto me
unto me
as i was dissolved and coagulated
the sounds that have ate of me
and of my body
oh return
the blocks
the solidity of salts
and sans sound
of voice roiling
returning i see
the no naming none

i am tired
i am tired
come back come close
to me a sound a word a phoneme
a no naming none

one encompassing one
turn and stay still!
i say
turn you compassing i
encompassing me
turn and
stay in you
stay in you
stay you want of me-

stay sound. go to remembered of
blastings and the coming of


go come now

come now i say

come lovingly lovingly *petering a word into outed existence

come now come now *diminishing

come now you sounds.

come now &


1 comment:

  1. “Is it possible to know where a word ends and my use of it begins?”
    –Rosmarie Waldrop