12.3.20
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notes towards
the story of the girl who got lost in the dictionary
open the top of the box
see in down through the ladders and nets
where one word led to another thing
it was someone else’s too
aardvark led her in, by nose
of course, on historical principles
she’d been hunting there for meaning
which, you’ll know, is everywhere
neither quite awake, nor each one
under the spell of another, nose to arse
this could be the inner ear
where every question’s definition
and took an Earworm with, for company
of course but not so many stick
they went by the random method, naturally
(rather than sense)… down Oubliette
to Ouch and so test a Sesamoid
words! some sing and so alive
with Chevrotain for cute or
it could have been Pronghorn, who knows
you do see old folk in there
looking for the worlds they’ve lost
this girl had grown up with the best of words
their several tribes and light
encyclopaedic passages, kidding
where a thing’s explained
a dive into, a hand-me-down
and you could follow a tune
all the way half home because
you have to see with your own lights
so many fancy flights arrested
nor oxygen required there
it’s inner space – can you hear them inside?
quite a crowd and clamouring for out
go by wi-fi now – so many are diseases
or unexpected architecture, all of them
are terms, concupiscent in cups (as Wallace Stevens
was) later on live but not for now
meanwhile all the more wanting in
and every one inhabited, chosen
dreamt up on a whim, blurted out again again
caught like a cough, passed on
and on beyond the breath where we have
this conversation
build me a Hecatomb – look it up and see!
I still have the volumes that amazed my uncle
the Waverley it was – hidden behind the orchestra
pity the poor bastards who only see print in there
have a squiz in the zoetrope, won’t you?
you’ve already been painting the pictures
the only way out is to make your own poem
all the parts that you’ll need are here
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