particle [2010]

when I am into your eye

a smile crosses you

and you blink repeatedly

face knobs and erasures [2012/2016]

blow into apparition roses of film     

     of moon and entrapment     

     of indispensable erasures

give me the reason to smudge looking     (I am not looking     through bandages)     

                    I am young

     or I am looking elsewhere sometimes

give the silence back its plunder hatch

and the music its eternal dread     rumble, rumble, rumble

     (a bruise     traffic     face knobs and such)

themselves is another thing entirely

and afternoons

                    soMeOne is Midnights     IS penDulous     is Evidence of mother AnD

bronze

[…]

find the face of shock

of televisual rhythms     wracking and booted and jazz

in elemental echo panes     wishing     complete and circular and terminative

redact the trumpets and bass guitars

wedge a rabbit into ignorance

     and quarrel     as if wisdom were a button on your Bernie Sanders backpack

                            or visceral

                            or temporal

                            or a flower

                            or a monument to breath

                            or underlined

                            or an indisputable conclusion

                            or malignant

mumble, mumble, mumble

TruthCut [2016]

This, and the Hoffenblum Classification System for Animals [2010]

“Animals will be classified in my classifying system by the location where they are found.”

— Robyn Hoffenblum, 2010

“This is my farm!  This is my fence!  And these are my animals!”

— Spongehead, 1993

This, as my animal, needs to be in a designated place of me, which is an as-yet-undetermined classification.  Not unlike a small, spiky mammal (a veritable “hedgehog”, if you will), this is a living/breathing/shitting, somewhat ignorant creature, of which there are 17 species straddling 5 genera.  And, although it is most often found along the projective hedgerows of Europe, Asia, Africa, and New Zealand, it has been known to occasionally surface in the less temperate climates of my dark continent, as well as in the little plastic container of the African Safari Wildlife Park in Port Clinton, Ohio.  All that being said, and understood:  Shall we find a proper cage for this disagreeable little fellow?

THE FARM

[family]

[sleep]

[solitude]

[madness]

[sex]

[friends]

[anger]

[school]

              insert “hedgehog” here ⟶[               ]⟵ what genre is this?

[creativity]

[music]

[loneliness]

[humor]

[work]

[health]

[defecation]

[love]

“Animals can also be divided in what possible threat they pose towards others.”

— Robyn Hoffenblum, 2010

“…wandering in a field…looking aimlessly for cowslips…to make a ball…”

— Samuel Beckett, from Not I (1972)

  This is also a threat.  It is a large, snarling beast of me, frothing at the mouth to get at the heart of the matter, which is a system, a new category, wherein it can be defined, defiantly.  It is after every animal that has been classified.  It smells the blood of genre, and it is raging with lust!  To capture it will require caution and precise action.  It is poisonous.  It is carrying disease.  It is desperate, and frightened, and irrational.  This is a crazed killer!  (And, on top of every other being which needs to be dealt with, from Bertrand to Altman, it is absolutely essential to know at this point: How might the other animals be posing?  Learning?  Reacting?  Do they have questions?  Are they rattling their cages?)  “Have we not yet found a cage for this violent fucker?”  “What about the god-damned jail?”

⎡---------------------------------------------⎤

⎢ fish                                                                                 ⎥

⎢ reptile                           ⎥

⎢ amphibian                                                 ⎥

⎢ mammal           ⎥

⎢   insect                                    ⎥

⎢     bird                                                                                        ⎥

⎢ invertebrate             ⎥

⎢          vertebrate                                                     ⎥

⎣-------------------------------------------- ↑

                                                                                                             insert

                                                                                                             captured

                                                                                                             violent fucker

                                                                                                             here

(There is a lesson to be learned here, I’m almost certain of it.)

“Animals will also be classified by their special abilities.”

— Robyn Hoffenblum, 2010

“Theology, ethics, history, and everyday experience teach us that to achieve equilibrium there is not an infinity of secrets; there is only one:  submit.”
— E. M. Cioran, from A Short History of Decay (1949)

           Ah...Um...the Hoffenblum Classification System?

a perspective [2009]

I kept a comic book inside my brain

and read it faithfully until the day

I dreamt of god and bombs, and chemicals

and woke from slumber in another way

the clock was ticking fast so time was short

and buildings don't collapse upon themselves

I stuffed the knapsack full of glass and nails

and found the rest on local hardware shelves

I took the subway down to seventeenth

and walked up to the level of the street

where hundreds, maybe more were passing by

I entered the World Bank and took a seat

before I pulled the cord for god and me

I took the time to pray a little more

and as the glass and nails and death prevailed

he thanked me for my righteous holy war

her wondrous tree line [2009]

trancing in autumn

sensing seven crisp statements

emanating from

G[ ]MM -- "Etude #019 (always in THREES, not triplets)" [2016]