Fascicle 2 by Thom Donovan

This vol-ume, turns up in-to, the art-il-lery, a wak-ing

From sense, no one wants, pri-va-tion to be blown

Up, or the bo-dy's "armor," so we don't stop for, his-tory

This is the, his-tory of an e-mo-tion, pan-to-mim-ing,

Pars-ing, in the ring, a per-son, moves, move-ment,

Is this one, a one, for im-a-ges, of the mak-ing,

Bod-i-ly, not when-ever, where, a per-son, was,

I pauses, is, is not a con-cept, but in think-ing, I wish-es

To mark, a thick of the street, glimpsed thickly, sound

Sounds ap-pa-rent, a pa-rent fre-quen-cy, all bright of

Each in, trans-i-gence, here was called, to, switch,

Space, that, one called, a-round all, en-dan-gered, 

Lis-ten-ing, the twist, is, where we are, the ex-tra sun,

Not eats, think-ing to its, lapse, lips or of this one,

Idea, of out-ward, fold a cone, folds, a koan, the

Bo-dy, what was, the bo-dy, once, I sang, it-self in-to

Be-ing, by, mak-ing com-mon, here, by mak-ing, the only

Rule, when-ever one, is there, or here hur-ries, a-ler-ter,

With light by, wri-ting falls, from all, by the world is

Lan-guage, is not the only world, joints, for be-ing this

Bo-dy in space, be-com-ing, hes-i-tat-ed, which-ever

Is when, in move-ment fall-ing, in cam-er-a to grass.

Nostalgia is not a groundwork         

For this video no face will be

Healed by lines color hovers  

For her eyes like a grief of names

Never given so unsalvageable   

Did they open to this distance.

Quote of the day: Don’t shoot me please!

Shining out in your wild sentences silences

Like a sin of these structures bursting an

Ecology bust every ought how will our

Culture survive without New Orleans one

Wonders there is no way to lyricize so

We disaster culture crowns its remnants

Revenants and ruins politics the hyper-

telic claims siphoning the dead for whose

Use a force no “nature” has seen that open

Which is us our subsistence while we keep

Fucking each other up the silence sentence

In this repeats a structure of every police

The Maximuses of exiled wishes we are not

Sure what they have said those citizens the

Levees themselves in broken articulation a

Variation on a variation of a theme by Will

iams I’m sorry we didn’t reinforce properly

The levees of New Orleans the oil we took

 From the Gulf made us rich we suspect

The waterfront real estate of the 9th Ward

Will make us richer—sincerely Sovereignty.

We are not a camera obscura

For the world as was once sup

posed and this is not opposite

Day after all you can do that on

Television the way your smile

Triggers something in my brain

An implosion makes your body

Disappear into the things we

Have made keeps gesturing but

Can’t explain the war away nor

This fiction they call nation

Like we was even exchangeable

There or able we must be a means

The fire must be our fire we must

Own it as we write and read this

Book erstwhile sprinkled with le

aves and dirt because we appear

In the world we are sites for sore

Eyes we mean “X” as in wrecks

Places became subsequent to this

Urgent complicity this being with

Confused tulips and spring ca

me too early this year so actually

Your mythology is outmoded

April is the cruelest month for

Poetry can only break your hea

rt if it doesn’t persist in some

Allegory of agency or love which

Is a kind of allergy or actually

Produce that world we would want

Because that is what we feel

The words must say the city in

Its springtime that is not our mu

sic yet nor green wrecked enough

So we can see us surpassing it

Nor any ideas but in relation

To each other often contradiction

Becomes this city we must live in

Because it is nature more than

Nature more than the trees were

Nature when what flowered was

Wheat too bountiful for the realty

So our “common law” is reality

Contradiction became a quanta

For which we use for how we

Are used land art and land use

Art—art of use not a useful art

The air was this quanta the privati

zation of our barest needs purifies

Blame does not purify the world

Every thing we seem to touch this

Nation turned to shit long ago we

Need a body for this endangered

Consciousness made from the fail

ure of all this discovering some new

Mode of gathering in what remains.