The reader before that one has read five registered versions of this sentence.
absent, the same writer could have written this
Then the, the pig, cow deer, deer with antler, weird rabbits, slightly bent snakes snakes, orca, wolfmouths: in short: Beasts.
Handmade beasts, anthologies of beasts, involuntary reactions
the first rumblings of disbelief in information exchange, recognizing an entirely created desire gone unacknowledged ; they got bit,
the need to believe that no one owns the center,
the ultimate product :an image of the centerless center
recreations of the first attempted machines, beasts of burden, horse, mule
then cart, wagon, train, car, plane, jet(outdoes the ocean); because the latest metaphor is digital binary and rather than moving the body in the world it brings a world to the body, thus the visual bestial dominates the gallery story, the body becomes obsolete, the global imagines its frequency as a surface of portals opening and closing on command. A taste breeds for machines that have been replaced, an almost instant fashion cycle.
an image repeated over and over is called a comedian
the 70’s sought its complete annihilation into sentence.
It writes me while I am writing it, and changes me as an organism in response to its development, I become a plant whose capacity for the grotesque increases as my form is rendered into a narration of stasis
complicity is the dominant force being manipulated, anyone could have written these things into being
I’m taking votes on the structure, tone, length, imagery, plasticity, and overall content of my next poem. This poem will bypass the usual circuitous route of notebook, workshop, homemade book, little magazine, republished in bigger magazine with minor changes, to manuscript, to rejection, to resubmission until accepted by small press, to republished years later in large press Selected Poems, to The Best American Poetry chosen by so&so, to being quoted in newspapers, epigraphs, artist statements, and finally political speech(the loftiest destination for a poem); yes, it will skirt these pitfalls and enter directly into the culture pre-approved and pre-digested for the general public’s re-consummation.
As the initial judge/arbiter I have winnowed the potential millionbillion titles and present the audience with
AMPUTATION MASTERPIECES
Each category will offer multiple options from which one winner will be chosen based on the highest popular vote total. Once this work is finished then I will quickly copy down the poem according to its instruction and send it out into the world. Perhaps Ford will use it in a commercial, or maybe it will bring a lawsuit upon itself from disgruntled readers who felt they were misled by its presentation into believing that this poem was the most talented poem in the field when actually it was the result of a scheme to thwart the process by voting for its most obnoxious and hackneyed characteristics
Placement of de-re-contextualized fragments is style, the multiple response to the binary harness.
Each becomes the centerless center, voracious, density as a blackhole, integrational violence; Not the collector but the owner, intellectual property is public domain, a revolution of plagiarism giving hope against division, an awareness of the species.
the funny thing is that you have to do something a hundred times before anyone takes it, or you, seriously
Are record pollen levels a sign of things to come??
narrative is fetish and is so transparent that the opacity of its inner workings are paradoxically unseen, or do not want to be seen, a kind of willful misunderstanding called accidental propaganda
any resemblance is coincidental
to seek suffers and is the product that precedes and is marketed as faith, who can say other than to try
But take the film in which you do a dance step around two squares of masking tape on the floor. The near side of the outermost square is cut off. Now that was obviously deliberate. You knew that you weren’t getting the nearest line on the film and that your feet wouldn’t be seen when you came along that line. Do you remember why you made that decision?
No, I don’t remember. It was just better that way.
That was the 702nd word, the 712th word will be this.