G[ ]MM -- "Etude #010 (is 'The Raging Bull' Manny Fernandez)" [2015]

calculations [2009]

nightly

awakened in

augmented equation

deciphering     and tethered

to an arrogant ill

     a mixed mad math

this does not equal

is not less than

cannot be denominated

     or greater

it is no empty set

yet the calculations…

Dawn Again and... [2015]

home movies [2015]

[…] snow has begun to fall across beams of street light — 

a car is driven forward into all and)

found a table : and a manic, middle-aged man attempts to join us in an instant) 

is driven away, 

and the wife returns from the restroom with a woman from Dakhabrakha / 

and 75 Dollar Bill. […]                                                                         

[there is a fair amount of sitting until there isn’t] — René Auberjonois — 

smiling at the lights…

drones are established and fade away { } 

and four young women dance until they are empty)

(and they are empty holding hands and empty)     

I drink water and think about resurrecting Urecco Trio. […] […] […]

(apologies to Dan Orme and the Art Ensemble of Chicago 

and all those beautiful Japanese women) 

— all those beautiful Japanese women — […]

*a moment is taken 

— as the temperature in the room is realized — 

to observe teenagers pretending to not have sex*

[…] 

: the wife : the ceiling : the construction on Woodward 

: the line for a sandwich in the cafeteria at work 

: Muriel Rukeyser’s “A Certain Music” : projections 

: cannibalistic intentions : the filthy inside of the microwave 

: the coyotes out back : dead wrestlers 

: Mike & Becky’s place on the 19th : dawn again and snow… 

and Miles Davis’s Dark Magus)

[…]

the middle-aged man returns and finds a seat on the floor next to Dakhabrakha

(later, they will leave (together) before the music starts […] and the music starts 

: and Mica is a guitar or a spicy microphone, creeping along animated walls :

and I am seen — by cigarettes and that time at Deer Park Funland — 

smiling 11/4 time at Greg Baise 

(groovy, 

like that Ellery Eskelin show at that place in Ann Arbor that no longer exists, 

or something)

          __spinning, spinning, spinning…

          into toy Holland and Deer Park Funland again)

          (never has there been so much crying     into yellow)

          ) and no one : is happy : about the choices that are being made

               in their honor__                                                                           { }

people can’t dance, to drones again, but Micachu and the Shapes. […] 

loneliness / a sweaty, desperate, empty man / manic, middle-aged —
everyone enters and exits the street light at exactly again / 7:30 AM / 
the first to our car) (the headlights harbor projections or... I am then, too

[everyone was so naive back then, smoking : on all those reels]

[…]

the ride home is cold / the wife is cold,

and there is a familiar basset hound 

bounding along through old snowscapes and beams of street light

to the tune of “Low Dogg” and)     driving is forward into all and)

[…]

"What is my name?" : ("Am I on this one?") […]

test [2010]

no ripe prognostication

(another's mention of THE mute cat?)

will lead me

through the Solution Passage

to my east

where mythological characters

are not facts

but simple hypotheses

to be bandied about

and/or around

as if in the margin

of a Biology notebook

or upon the surface of

a pool of stagnant water

(an expression of THE higher power?)

I'll need the scientific facts

and a little selective luck

if I'm to get through this

nature is cowardly [2010]

an unfamiliar man knows that

despite all uncertainties

a fear must be forged

of

the boughs of the tree

and the barking dog

and the outstretched landscape of the world

this creates a fracture

in the contemporary facade

which

offers no understanding

but reveals a certain hypocrisy

only his most intimate other

and his two rabbit companions

might properly discern this enthusiasm

and

understand what is being confessed

when he and his nature

face that which is most cowardly

he does not often find inspiration

when there is not something else 

he should be doing

meaning

if his mind is not otherwise engaged

he has no poetic process

               (“I have not     
               yet     

               resigned myself to this”)

portrait (reconciliation) [2011]

  featuring music by The Jimmy Giuffre 3

"end of a trumpet, and drums

finished the leaning burden, burn

take time with rusted strings before

the phone is her, is quiet her

limped through low light, to her, to

arrive as if not 

and the dogs not

and the candles not..."

through the blinds     he iced into looking ["Did you get a chance to fix the railing?"

woolen and knee deep in an hourglass "Yeah.  This afternoon."

                                                                      "Awesome.  My mom will be here around seven,

took a fright when first he brushed impatient so make sure you guys get cleaned up before then."]

and gestured     to adjust the morning

  a board-blank snow fell

as her car approached

a reluctant waiting atop the stair

left salt-soaked prints     and an anagram ["When I first heard this record, I couldn't believe

how sonically pristine it was, considering it was

Jimmy Giuffre's clarinet     tea steam recorded in 1961."

a bewildering greeting from Voltaire "Yeah.  It sounds great in here.  It's

like hearing ghosts, without the haunting."]

he dropped CANDIDE and

kicked it to her feet

conversation left napkins in the nook

and dried     not a red raspberry jam ["My little brother had one when he was a kid.  I think

his kindergarten teacher made it for him."

he lit a soy candle     and placed it "Well then, I think it'll create a strong 

between the Paddington lamp and the book historical connection in the room. 

And, I think he'll like it."]

she might have seen more

on television

leaning quiet against the banister

he listened     as a fabric folded ["He's got a rash again.  Doctor Ferrazi said we might

have to try something new."

later     he failed to swallow his food "Like what?"

and his nausea sought incense cover "Like, I don't know.  Maybe we could start with some

peace and quiet."]

she used his toothbrush

and called her mother

he unveiled it late     his newest art

bearing resemblance to a fair season ["Would you pose for me?"

"Can't you just take a picture, or 

he touched the task with a tortured finger something?"

and stepped back from the trick     oak apart "It's not the same, but I suppose so."]

a sandalwood sleep

befell her portrait

he rolled awake in cold-linen regret ["You left another stain on the sheets.  I really wish you

a novel blanket of snow     sparkling wouldn't eat in bed."

"Fuck you!  Where would you

the bath rug knot     a damp confession suggest I eat, the nook?"

soiled rags neglecting the bassinet "That's what it was intended for.  But I suppose you've

conveniently forgotten about that, as well."]

fresh tracks revealed

her once again gone

he pulled the wool over his frozen feet

disengaged     the hourglass alarm

in pants     he dialed the babysitter ["Just tell that little bitch that she might as well keep

and established a time for them to meet him.  She's practically been raising him as it is, right? 

You know, I've had just about enough of this shit,

anyway.  I'm going to my mom's."

"I finished the painting..."

"Great!  Maybe now you can hang it on your painted,

pockmarked ass!"]

"...and I worked there

and I grew there

and I loved there...

until one day

in November of 2007

                                                     I just didn't…"