As if from the subject.
Showing posts with label problems. Show all posts
Showing posts with label problems. Show all posts
Living Accommodation
This work, without hands, imagines an us. To join it, you must concede it that.
That agency.
That agency.
...
As with the family, or the living, or the poem––
We cannot compare.
Just stop equivocating–– you know that
The basic problem is reachability.
We cannot compare.
Just stop equivocating–– you know that
The basic problem is reachability.
Visible Settlements
Hesitation is the actuary of the poem.
All this forsaken urgency, contemplated as risks to a public business, like nyjer seed scattering across a ledger.
Practice
A deep unremitting intelligence, its extensibility, and then the fear of attenuation.
It could be livable.
That despite all this freighted expectancy, it comes wrong.
That despited
It could be livable.
That despite all this freighted expectancy, it comes wrong.
This Time It's for Real
Against expression.
Really?
All this endurance of the business and the cruelty to arrive at reticence–– and retention?
A hold-back project, as nostalgic as self-loathing, even where the self is accidentally yours.
My son is also against expression, mostly anxiously, surprised or unsure that he is also a container –– until periodically he arrives at a consensus and participates –– shitting copiously, and gratefully.
Really?
All this endurance of the business and the cruelty to arrive at reticence–– and retention?
A hold-back project, as nostalgic as self-loathing, even where the self is accidentally yours.
My son is also against expression, mostly anxiously, surprised or unsure that he is also a container –– until periodically he arrives at a consensus and participates –– shitting copiously, and gratefully.
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