After the smoke begins its break;
I’m sitting here at my happy hour,
talking about the day in comment boxes,
liking or doing nothing.
On the sound system
Jack Kerouac spun over
some laid back electric.
The blast image on loop on the screens.
The blood streaks the same way every pass of the camera.
The hook perfectly planned, hits on the dead man’s words.
I’ve been reading articles about the world all day.
In California another 15 and photos
and the internet and classmates and the suicide.
In 20 attacks
at least 37 dead
and more than 140 wounded.
Do not be afraid to say Iraq.
I keep telling myself that it’s just my age
or I’m just looking for a fight
or Jeremy no, it’s not happening again.
It is time to order another drink,
read the scrolling at the bottom of my screen
and it says nothing about certain Cuban hunger.
Now another beer
because my confusion doesn’t match my environment
and my environment doesn’t recognize the world
and the images keep rolling.
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Beginning of the prophets
Crying in the paths straight
Preaching a remission of sins
then all went out and we’re confessing
With camel’s hair ate locusts
after me mightier sandal strap
I am not loose with water
pass those days
Came from the water descending
came from heaven
Well pleased immediately
into the wilderness
Tempted by wild beasts
put in prison
believe in the sea
And his brother
Immediately gone a litter father
in a boat
Went into immediately
Astonished and not
now there was a man
He cried out let us alone
you come to destroy us
he came out of him
what new doctrine is this
And immediately throughout now
lay sick by the hand
At evening demon-possessed
the whole city
With various diseases and many demons
allow the demons to speak
In the morning
those who were looking for you
I have come forth casting demons
now a leper if you are willing
Strictly warned him say nothing
Proclaim it freely
no longer enter the city
world-pain or world-weariness. Physical reality can never satisfy the demands of the mind
Die deutsche Sprache ist die Orgel unter den Sprachen.
The son of an organist.
Theology held nothing for him.
The words maintained him.
The whole of Jean Paul changed,
after the Selections from the Devil’s Papers,
after the Greenland Lawsuits.
Crisis. November 15, 1790.
The vision of his own cooling body.
The Invisible Lodge.
What did he see?
Did the mental doppelganger
display the truth?
Pseudocie, a controversial resurrection.
But he was humor
and his father poor.
Musik ist Der Mondschien in Der düsteren Nacht des Lebens.
There is pain that can be measured
when one realizes that weakness can be caused,
the world is inappropriate but there are signs.
A love of nature can also be unsustainable.
A view of this as shadow can be dangerous.
Bodies always more tangible than minds.
His only son Max,
September 1821, dead.
Weariness. Still the world. Pain.
1824, the loss of sight.
This inner/outer distinction much more palpable.
No more moonlight; even in the swarm of music.
It only took four years.
The dropsy filling his legs.
Then the easing. Then the sleep.
Freude ist Schöpflich im Gegensatz Ernsthaftig Keit.
An ungrammatical combination of words in a sentence. Something deviating from normal order. Inhabitants of Soloi. A strange form of Attic.
What are these people defined from this word?
A mushmouth of Cyrus city?
A far flung (cue banjo music) grouping?
To speak out of order
or add emphasis to an inappropriate part.
Embarrassing to recognize when in bed replaying the evening.
A language not evolved;
all the weakness of words ripping through.
A mistake of isolation.
Alexander, before going to India,
enlisted a citizen of Soloi.
Nicoles and he headed to the land of elephants.
All these Alexandrian heroes of Soloi.
Hiero sent to describe the Arabian peninsula.
He reported in stick mouth?
It’s said a different city
by the same name
but wouldn’t you deny your city’s linkage?
I use to tell people all the time about how people in Utah speak
but I’ve been away a long time
and I don’t even remember that language.
Stasanor the general,
all these classical hicks, enlisted
and then told speaks wrong.
How though the philosopher Clearchus,
the one on the oxus?
Good as gold his thought.
favoring or inclined to start quarrels or wars
An exercise of thought-
The animal cut from its order,
up and against itself.
See him rise up on two legs,
the glistening of teeth,
the blood soaked knot of hair.
Hear his singular snarling,
the snapping of bones under his foot,
the snort of mine.
The sky a cloud of crows cawing,
“Bellum omnium contra omnes,”
as the grain and dogs murmur,
The uttering of bellum omnium contra omnes
Betrays the truth
bellum unius contra se.
The theater is the single mind.
The victims are our own.
The war is always.
Fighting to name nature
or tame it
or deny it
but always we raise crops
Always tend to tending each other
Bellum omnium contra omnes,
this pure market of the mechanical soul,
a clockwork of undeniable lust,
an impotent idea that is
unius contra se.