I

 

 

1.

 

 

IS

 

 

(by ear, sd Gloucester

& I repeat

((from present tense voice))

 

an entity

 

 

 

 

sound touch light

 

 

form or

 

thought

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Cecil Taylor crossed the

l

i

n

e

:

 

 

word

thought perception (en) act

(ed) refracted

 

prism

sight splinters sense

 

process

of intensity linking

 

IF YOU PLAY (OR WRITE) LONG ENOUGH, A FORM WILL ASSERT ITSELF

 

imprison

the entity

in the music

 

of the eye

it

IS

 

2.

 

continuing the sense of sonic immensity

its flow denatures intangible rations

dense propensities urgent as marrow

encapsulating the dreadlocked forebears

in the thistle-bound night

 

 

where ear's echo begets

its temptress

 

the flood of it

surrounds scent whistles

 

 

 

 noses sniffing the surface of intent

the riffs bent through prisms hearing the see

tread the whistling saw

 

its wooden trenches digging forth

the plotter's brazen wedge

 

 

 

 

 

(the hussy

repeating her hooded I

 

 

 

by the tide

of Gloucester's cut.

 

 

The dictionary's deck

dealt fiction from the bottom

or the turvied top

 

the poetry the

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3.

 

 continuing

the arpeggiated strangulation

of the vortex of Wichita

 

sutured

 

in the paratactic mist.

Triangulated riffs scale the nomen-

clature, its territorial spread

 

 

the nature of its

reluctant fury nurtures cable

electronically shredded

 

 

 

 

 

categories unimpeded

by red sunset's fictive noir

before the ample ruins

 

 

tumbling ampules belligerent

with the acrostics of waste

so tastefully performed

 

 

 

in echo's nude

mirror

 

 

horizontal in approximation

the latter-day taints of ancient rule

rescinded as

 

 

in the cindered past

 

 

no phoenix rises

 

4.

 

 ashen

to the occasional

rim

 

of its cremation,

acrid intent follows.

    

 

   

Disallow the fair verdicts of ruin,

the verities of never-was. Follow

the hollow calls to sameness in

its stead

  
     

Trash

the misbegotten

triad

 

 

allows invention

or(e) re-

  

 

 

vitalization through rhythm,

its sound. The harm melodic

brings to the ping of ash as

its reviving sound rings ajar

    

 

canned

grapefruit seeds spewing

acid

 

remarks the

    

 

centered

 

entity presenting

    
   

 

its line to the verdicts

of yet another time, its

edicts pyrotechnic to

the electric senses of

  

 

angles

 

pitched sharp against

 

the fork of A

 

5.

 

 

Be the sight of sound

see the victims of dicta shed

de-fragment the hard-tempered drive

toward claviered necessities

where touch rings its nascent flurry

against the jar of its own ringing

voice

 

 

the precious distemper, its fluid imprecocity

imbibed the hearts of the few who dared

wring blood from ash with wine-stamp feet

    

 

in the lands beyond

the dead's velocity shredders

ground pages of sound sighted

only by the blind among those deaf

to synesthesia rejoicing, singing

 

 

choice off-key. Voluntarily the clusters

grow pyramids of chance. Aleatoric in-

voices bill the willowing page its fire.

    

 

Even

the planned is accident,

 

pious along the vestigial ledge