1986
6.160
9.vi.25
in the first
person
for wise surprise
for David Adès
from notes I made in his
ZOOM session
the place where we meet is a poem
it’s between of breaths, however far
held here in trust
even on a page, there’s this –
the underskin of the real, of the told
this so many beats to the breath
every word is all of the voices it was
and then there is what to say next
how we make examples of ourselves
get to be king, wash feet, sweep street
some say it’s aspiration
and some, a past lives thing
here’s a voice from under rock
from the fire
what a crowd!
the party hats! the streamers!
it’s fancy dress
it’s the glass slipper ball
where we try on another place, face, name
here are the tablets
break them an swallow
bring the mountain down
later there come the objective conditions
then, ask who will delve?
it’s dig in the clouds
float under the garden
we can talk about this
who am I? who are you?
there’s more to do than what we are
we need some scenery, some plot
it’s true all these animals were us
far further back than Adam
I sing to the things of this accident
the avid I
a wreck in slow motion
here’s some hic et nunc
here’s some sine qua non
can you quit the dayjob yet?
do you hear the voices of things themselves
must get away from myself to be here
it’s the only way we’ll get home
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