some pasquinades & squibs consequent to the preceding, that were passed around the crowds, as is the tradition
to write on paper
is an absolute act
as an author
invisible
cadences writing poems
& fertile glitters
hallucinatory appeal finished
dead joy spilt
the water bubbles & coils
falls down then rises
slowly coming up
everywhere
& the children gather
learning to be serious as old folk
but breaking into bursts
of occasional glee
and we do have free choice
– in small matters
lolloping along
an English bulldog
agape through carefully bred
inherent malformation
& how can we make these people real?
– w/ names, attributes & no inner being
endlessly repeated yet fortunately
each operation marred
The sun in splendour shines through wintriest skies
Perfection:
– oh, that’s brief, alright
for your reading pleasure, I should add that I found The Book of Enoch & The Second Book of Adorno & Horkheimer close to eachother in a small sale bookcase at the local Waterstones.