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(mallarmé on th beach)
branches rub & squeak like calling birds, but
listen! waves rustle in th background & engage
th shore in bitterweet nothings. once in a while
a pebble rings as th day slumps back, ears open wide-

eyes are another matter: a question of motion set
off in dubious awareness, stumbling to light between
boundaries that test duration. th name for a sight
spins around to face th hiding thing it came from-

it will not succeed. secure above clouds, th sky
weathers all storms…th world is shaken & refreshd
for an instant suspended out of measure, then withers
in th glare that made th life in moisture leap & shine.

th dry singsong of friction in th wind told us
th tree was dead before we reachd it. shrivelld
green fruit hang fast & thick on hollow branches-
their outline knots a tangld fan against th blue.

(vega baja, summer ‘85- ‘86?)
(th juiciest plum to ripen out of my…solipsistic formalism tendency?
* evidencing, to be perfectly honest, a fair amount of ‘99 revision work… when i started th journal last

summer, th first, nearly immediate shift in attitude & focus i experienced as i sought to exercise th

discipline of regular public address, was away from th concrete relationship to friends of very diverse

background, character & tastes, & th contrived perspective of constituting
& regarding them as a more or less ‘interactive’ ‘audience’ (th ‘kfeen 13′) towards spelling/spinning/spilling

out context to ground th particular emotional place i find myself in (…also to bring to th foreground- expose

& engage- th variety of strengths & weaknesses i am all too aware of in my writing) in th actual physical

environment i seem to return to again & again, exploring as thoroughly as possible its metaphorical

possibilities, its ‘resonance’…?
risking th tightrope & temptation of solipsistic self-referentiality w/ th consummate grace of karl wallenda

even as he fell to his death in th heart of th tourism district, surrounded by th condado hotels…w/ special

regards to paco boyer & heartfelt wishes for th completion of his thesis & receiving his doctorate…
velo, d=(8{>)

Written by morituri

April 10th, 1999 at 7:27 am

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