various (late) october poetics.
JUST FRAGMENTS... more of the same. beginnnings, or reminders, really. and unrelated. (at least as far as i know... or control.
so... sorry, more of the same. and ok, ok, enough prologuing.
**
Prologu-ing the proj
(what all the writintg this semester- or the past few years…. No! - is.)
**
I had a most delicious snooze this morning, getting here to work. It’s a warm room with a perfect padding of rain outside. Best in memory.
Betty again,
Betty the One.
Betty the divinely gifted, guided
soul singing, wordspinning, worldswining one.
**
“Don’t love me too much”
..
Funny to me
A lot of things
are funny to me.
But u take me back
with the loveliest
returning, chingalingaling, get it?
you bounce thigns back
it all makes me laugh
and there i am asquriming, wiggling,
til I lose it- sitting straight, and finally clean--
That’s right:
You’re funny to me
And I love it like that.
I don’t care if you like it
Or not
It’s just a feelin here,
real, raw, hot.
I have to laugh
to break those walls baby
barriers, we got em so bad,
they be everywhere,
but never in sight.
So what if I think you’re funny?
--something wrong with that-
Or is it just right?
Don’t be alarmed,
Don’t be scared
Don’tcha go and get worked up
All paranoid;
I’m just here saying this
To reassure ya baby.
It’s a hook
That unreturnable look
(exchanged, still can't acknowledge,
we'll just combust)
So in the meantime
let's sit down and just
relax. We'll make it right
and take it right now--
for what it is.
ANd it's lovely baby
cuz i love ya
and you know it--
stop holdin your de-fences
Up to me.
That's all i ask.
don’t wanna help defend you
just de-fence you from yourself;
don't let me know,
let it show-- then let me in of course;
dontcha dare take your rest
but havarest
from all these worries
cares and woes.
Then we can take that moment
to let this Time win
to take the Day-
steal it- with our souls.
[more cliche, you ask??...]
Just wait, baby... mmhmm. We'll be alright. THis time the fight is ours. Don't fake it, gotta make it, so don't go it alone... mmhmm we'll be alright....
**
I have the urge to entertain the construction workers, outside. Indeed I probably do, already, walking by crooning, near dancing. Just serving the troops of Luddite, I suppose.
WHich perfectly emobdies it: I have lurid fears and fantasies of reconciling ‘quick’ work with my profession and my art, whatever that is. (??) Would freakin out there, denuded by my voice, compromise... well, anything? Must all performance- even theirs- be so... sexualized? Closed and corrupted?
[Are eros and philios, ahimsa and lust, all really separate and irreparable? Bounded and unspeakable? I'm beginning to think not... and that this- this binding- may be the very origin of perversion. ]
**
I intend to interrupt the shit out of things.
These are serious interruptions that await:
Unwelcome intERrUPTIONs
erring against caution,
interjecting, confecting with complete and utter urgency.
I intend to infect your discourse with these dirty things
i'm sick of holding; you'll see.
I'll imprint my sweaty, sticky fingers
on that polished sheen.
Go ahead, call me defective
i'll just say "sorry, had to do it."
There are some things
that just can't be resisted--
and others that we must.
***
write well
gather evidence
drive a point home.
lower expectations...
**
Let me lament .
Give me a moment
in _____'ent.
just to vent
**
I got a place of my very own,
My own post-colony
won’t you join me?
I’m taking a vacation
‘We can be free!’
Will you?
so... sorry, more of the same. and ok, ok, enough prologuing.
**
Prologu-ing the proj
(what all the writintg this semester- or the past few years…. No! - is.)
**
I had a most delicious snooze this morning, getting here to work. It’s a warm room with a perfect padding of rain outside. Best in memory.
Betty again,
Betty the One.
Betty the divinely gifted, guided
soul singing, wordspinning, worldswining one.
**
“Don’t love me too much”
..
Funny to me
A lot of things
are funny to me.
But u take me back
with the loveliest
returning, chingalingaling, get it?
you bounce thigns back
it all makes me laugh
and there i am asquriming, wiggling,
til I lose it- sitting straight, and finally clean--
That’s right:
You’re funny to me
And I love it like that.
I don’t care if you like it
Or not
It’s just a feelin here,
real, raw, hot.
I have to laugh
to break those walls baby
barriers, we got em so bad,
they be everywhere,
but never in sight.
So what if I think you’re funny?
--something wrong with that-
Or is it just right?
Don’t be alarmed,
Don’t be scared
Don’tcha go and get worked up
All paranoid;
I’m just here saying this
To reassure ya baby.
It’s a hook
That unreturnable look
(exchanged, still can't acknowledge,
we'll just combust)
So in the meantime
let's sit down and just
relax. We'll make it right
and take it right now--
for what it is.
ANd it's lovely baby
cuz i love ya
and you know it--
stop holdin your de-fences
Up to me.
That's all i ask.
don’t wanna help defend you
just de-fence you from yourself;
don't let me know,
let it show-- then let me in of course;
dontcha dare take your rest
but havarest
from all these worries
cares and woes.
Then we can take that moment
to let this Time win
to take the Day-
steal it- with our souls.
[more cliche, you ask??...]
Just wait, baby... mmhmm. We'll be alright. THis time the fight is ours. Don't fake it, gotta make it, so don't go it alone... mmhmm we'll be alright....
**
I have the urge to entertain the construction workers, outside. Indeed I probably do, already, walking by crooning, near dancing. Just serving the troops of Luddite, I suppose.
WHich perfectly emobdies it: I have lurid fears and fantasies of reconciling ‘quick’ work with my profession and my art, whatever that is. (??) Would freakin out there, denuded by my voice, compromise... well, anything? Must all performance- even theirs- be so... sexualized? Closed and corrupted?
[Are eros and philios, ahimsa and lust, all really separate and irreparable? Bounded and unspeakable? I'm beginning to think not... and that this- this binding- may be the very origin of perversion. ]
**
I intend to interrupt the shit out of things.
These are serious interruptions that await:
Unwelcome intERrUPTIONs
erring against caution,
interjecting, confecting with complete and utter urgency.
I intend to infect your discourse with these dirty things
i'm sick of holding; you'll see.
I'll imprint my sweaty, sticky fingers
on that polished sheen.
Go ahead, call me defective
i'll just say "sorry, had to do it."
There are some things
that just can't be resisted--
and others that we must.
***
write well
gather evidence
drive a point home.
lower expectations...
**
Let me lament .
Give me a moment
in _____'ent.
just to vent
**
I got a place of my very own,
My own post-colony
won’t you join me?
I’m taking a vacation
‘We can be free!’
Will you?