Under Erasure
But the view is not so dangerous from other cliffsYou want a commemorative album about Stephen KingTo suffer no guilt for my relationship to context…
Until they achieve a purer designAnd immediately leave,as if meant…
In erotic bondage,our freedom wereHis job and not only an adventure…
Anything that severs text from its possible worldDoctor Syntax cures patient of a type of confusionKierkegaard, the irony of mass education…
To write in depth behind a screenAn ordinary mistake,disconnecting…
A door from its hinges,foundationsThe people are of a collapsed room…
It is not as negative of replaceable componentsHer new meaning appears to be but always too lateMemorial services were held today for Joseph Bocci…
For whom I write everything down,Opening out into the street.Whitman…
A book enlarged,by which the heart ofA state of mind without impediments…
The sole head of a family tombstone-carving tradeDistance had placed us in the environs of elsewhereYou circle in trade routes with their inflated goods…
Observers others in a similar stateTo abandon them here on earth.Lenin…
His center of power locates our dispersed parentsLeading family members toward empire after defensesBecame promotional leaflets to be bombarded by mail…
Splits concept from state,regulatingTrains to a military perfection…
Here is an agency to read the record from materialsSo language may produce you from personal accountsIt writes to consume myself, embodying each trace…
Dark green engines hide a red starBehind shapeless masses,carrying bags…
Not on the way to the airport.IdeasSpeak portraits in circular rings…
In situ of nonexistent presentIts ideal of future and past,to wait…
Miniature knight on horseback approaches addressAs traffic on Broadway speeds up in narrow defilesA prose rhythm we confined themselves to explains…
But only I want a unique object whose value isNever a leading actor until no longer a prospectDeath eyeing the wrong man in an aggressive stare…
Until all is forgiven,you forgetHer difficulties to appear on TV…
And clouds of consciousness part, a vanishing pointTo appear simultaneously with words on their screenRetreat of the Germans in 1944 precipitating rain…
And the Lost Children of EthiopiaCan phone home,but no one to answer…
I intend to speak this sentence against its willHis footnote to doubt fulfills an ideological needIn time for a symphony to play Ode to Joy in Berlin…
Non sequiturs,invisibly to dreamA tactical sequence of one-liners…
Until we return to writing the poemEven you learned to speak.Used up…
Blank features of represented landscape on OaklandA poetry of ciphers supports her avoidance of storyThe end of history to approach their colossal bed…
If the present had desired to yield us any motivesThe floating body may have been forgotten by memoryBare branches show alternating emergences of leaves…
Until light,and an image disappears.The more a reversal happens to you…
The less I remember a boundariesfSemi-permeable membrane,Deutschland…
The wreck of a world elided,instantWall collapsing at exits to itself…
I forget in the ongoing path of self-destructionAs a truth lived to be known only in those eventsIt ceased. Looking to North, strong wind at East…
Loud noises from behind the wallAt intersections,or in full stages…
Alternating,or succeeding by turnsA grammar of the sensesf relation…
As if hybrid speech in oppositionCompels any misreading,unleashed…
Ortegafs right to defend themselves was an attackOn our entropy if Bushfs appearance embodied orderIn circles at the same rate of speed without effect…
In double-time,her instructorfs voiceWorking inside out to speak in frames…
A moment of the mightiest extremes.Byron,on the scale of Napoleon…
The key to whose allegory a recognition of delays(Uniform Code of Poetic Justice set in futura bold)Or understanding sufficient to complete its offense…
Were poetry meant,quantity yieldedTo quality of bodies on the page…
For the only jury whose objectivity can be claimedYou are to comprehend what drives them in undoingI cannot summarize without erasing to some degree…
A general loss before AusterlitzProduces stanzas,commingling lines…
I mean history painting,rehearsingThe Death of Marat as only its name…
A defeat at the hands of memorySince 1940,or the Fall of Saigon…
A repetition by means of which each sense is undoneHitting whom over the head with a 2 x 4 in a dream?His thought is a chaos composed entirely of clicheLs…
As life in miniature observes you through a lensFabricated of blindspots in their living tissuesTo make progress a melodrama only we can survive…
A transmission,signified by breaksInterrupted due to local amnesia…
In every room a meeting is in session. One speakerStands at the lectern while others wait their turnHer form of objectification shows market potential…
Suddenly we all turn to make contact with languageIn solidarity with purposes efficiently understoodAs a speech continuous in transparent communication…
It is that I have now achieved an ageOf no caesurae,and you are in this…
Because of gravity,they are fallingTo illustrate philosophical risk…
(Barrett Watten.Under Erasure. La Laguna: Zasterle, 1991. 43-52.)
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