Wednesday, February 18, 2009

Towards a Megaprairieland Triptych

THE POSSIBILITY OF WINTER PASSAGE

The very air of the room roamed off
with little floating dollar signs and fat slab
serif punctuation marks used to indicate
an interruption in a thought, a confused art
terrorism cell, counter claims of fakery.

You know how much “enough” is, How
to Directory, to “bludgeon the mass mind,”
the right to do whatever it wants with Pretty
starry glimmers. And then, unexpectedly,
words begin to come and splashing hippos.

Sound is the motion of a body or connected
bodies displaced and Everyone Is Invited.

2 comments:

Barbara Campbell Thomas said...

how to directory--

some fantastic verbal collisions here, feel like the air is dense with explosions--

really a beginning?

elisabeth workman said...

yes... the complete first part:

I. THE POSSIBILITY OF WINTER PASSAGE

The very air of the room roamed off
with little floating dollar signs and fat slab
serif punctuation marks used to indicate
an interruption in a thought, a confused art
terrorism cell, counter claims of fakery.

You know how much Enough is, How
to Directory, to “bludgeon the mass mind,”
the right to do whatever it wants with Pretty
starry glimmers. And then, unexpectedly,
words begin to come and splashing hippos.

Sound is the motion of a body or connected
bodies displaced and Everyone Is Invited.
Waste the motion of the spheres Upon
delights, of a rave culture as it was first
known—exploding with puffs of glitter.

Immortals after dark after dark dark need
Jungle Snow Pants, needed a certain sound
that made them an immediate hit, simulated
flight to a supermassive black hole lurking
at the center of a fresh republic of stars aired

of its Spam through a quintet for glass
harmonica, the sound an ominous prairie sky
pushing the eggy plate to one side, but there's
no button for suspend, hibernate, restart.
Then, a yodeling Marlene Dietrich presses.