memealicious

Mar 03, 2010 12:34

My writing meme is fucking boring, so I shall rely on someone else.

When you see this, post a poem on your journal.

from Ben Lerner's The Lichtenberg Figures

I place a terminal raceme of fragrant, funnel-shaped perianths
beside the mile marker where Orlando flipped his Honda.
I fuck his girlfriend and induce epistaxis in his homeboy.

You asked me to explain the peculiar power of continental literary criticism,
to clarify what I mean by "theory" in the sentence
"To clarify what I mean by theory in the sentence."

The impossibility of referring to the interruption immanent in the referential chain.
Snowfall in North Topeka.
The impossibility of not referring to the immanent interruption.
Real persons, living or dead, resembled coincidentally.

Orlando imbued my body with erotic significance
by beating it with a pistol. Nothing is as metaphysical
as the claim to break from metaphysics. At a party in his honor,
we throw our hands in the air. We wave them like we just don't care.

***

God, I love this man.

meme crappage, poetry, ben ben ben ben...why man?

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