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The Poverty of Fact

One lizard is less than one word.

Whose tongue unscrolls to taste the dust?

The walls of the mind are painted

Hot pink, the color of electricity.

Either aether or ore, the barrens accumulate.

Forgive me, I have not eaten today.

I am a talking picture, nothing more

Than a tissue wedged between ages of silence.

Frame by frame, the bus window

Animates the still desert.

By the roadside, the skull of Taurus whitens

Beaconwise—

Correspondent to the unspilled sky.

His horns are garlanded with wandering planets.

This evening in the plaza

Heaven is the guitar that plays itself.

Old church, a rubble patch. Stop here to venerate

The bloody stumps of the black cactus.

Canyon I call for no answer.

To be accurate, a man goes back to his ghost.

As the militia guards the volcano, so

Is necessity measured, against the will.

[Hecho en México, Mayo 2002]

from The Sound MirrorFind more by Andrew Joron at the library

Copyright © 2008 Andrew Joron
Used with the permission of Flood Editions.

First

If nothing comes first

—there will be a Riot of time.

Over over-

Throw

there is nothing.

A, ad-

vance, a

Threat

of dark upon

light, the very Idea

of color.

Unred

the road, its

Turn a-

Part

—its pattern

a

connective void, the

Unlikely a-

Voidance of all

rays, of all right.

So hopeless is the play of Place,

canted to one & one condition, shun.

Now to speak the spike

Into unhurt name, the

heart—

That thought of that, that

thought of thought

alone—

from The Absolute LetterFind more by Andrew Joron at the library

Copyright © Andrew Joron
Used with the permission of Flood Editions.

A = A

Mine to ask a mask to say, A is not A.

No one, ever the contrarian, to answer.

The moon is both divided & multiplied

by water: as chance, as the plural of chant.

O diver, to be sea-surrounded by a thought bled white—

a blankness as likely as blackness.

What is the word for getting words & forgetting?

Might night right sight?

I, too late to relate

I & I, trap light in sound

& sing no thing that breath can bring.

from The Absolute LetterFind more by Andrew Joron at the library

Copyright © Andrew Joron
Used with the permission of Flood Editions.

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