76. Sometimes Poets Just Wanna Have Fun!

for Martock,  and   everyone   I   knew  there
for Martock,  and   everyone   I   knew  there
up  Martock,  and   everyone   I   knew  there
up  Harlow,   and   everyone   I   knew  there
up  Harlow, though  everyone   I   knew  there
up  Harlow, though everything  I   knew  there
up  Harlow, though everything you  knew  there
up  Harlow, though everything you praise there
up  Harlow, though everything you praise  here
up  Harlow, though everything you praise  here
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Yes, fish are  glittering &  slippery2
Yes, fish are  glittering &  slippery
But, fish are  glittering &  slippery
But, men  are  glittering &  slippery
But, men shine glittering &  slippery
But, men shine  actually  &  slippery
But, men shine  actually but slippery
But, men shine  actually but remedied
But, men shine  actually but remedied

Cooking  is  what cooking is3
Cooking  is  what cooking is
Peppered is  what cooking is
Peppered has what cooking is
Peppered has how  cooking is
Peppered has how  sloppy  is
Peppered has how  sloppy can
Peppered has how  sloppy can

Let    us  be  thankful for that which   is4
Let    us  be  thankful for that which   is
Leave  us  be  thankful for that which   is
Leave them be  thankful for that which   is
Leave them say thankful for that which   is
Leave them say  tender  for that which   is
Leave them say  tender  as  that which   is
Leave them say  tender  as  this which   is
Leave them say  tender  as  this there   is
Leave them say  tender  as  this there must
Leave them say  tender  as  this there must

So  here it  is  like the debris  of   a   former  world5
So  here it  is  like the  debris of   a   former  world
And here it  is  like the debris  of   a   former  world
And what it  is  like the debris  of   a   former  world
And what she is  like the debris  of   a   former  world
And what she ate like the debris  of   a   former  world
And what she ate was  the debris  of   a   former  world
And what she ate was  my  debris  of   a   former  world
And what she ate was  my migrants of   a   former  world
And what she ate was  my migrants off  a   former  world
And what she ate was  my migrants off your former  world
And what she ate was  my migrants off your fertile world
And what she ate was  my migrants off your fertile   mud
And what she ate was  my migrants off your fertile   mud

[Though eating mackerel  reminds me somehow of childhood
 Though eating mackerel  reminds me somehow of childhood
 For    eating mackerel  reminds me somehow of childhood
 For    ending mackerel  reminds me somehow of childhood
 For    ending congeries reminds me somehow of childhood
 For    ending congeries abased  me somehow of childhood
 For    ending congeries abased you somehow of childhood
 For    ending congeries abased you always  of childhood
 For    ending congeries abased you always  in childhood
 For    ending congeries abased you always  in    nutmeg
 For    ending congeries abased you always  in    nutmeg]
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1 human intellect

 

 

2 Nothing

 

 

3 this supreme experience

 

 

4 the reality of his intellect

 

 

5 when he returns from such contemplation

 

 

6 full of divine and inflowing splendour

73. And What Has Been Miswritten Now?

Laughter, though, sustaining
all this miraculous disorderliness
nostalgia of the non-human
– it glitters! somehow slippery as
oh, bêche-de-mer – what allows this?
joy, skipping through our mongrel lives
to the horizon, that buffet of possibilities
triumphal perversity playing within our memories
it enacts our redeeming so

Some stodgy manifestation follows
not together, but smearing & misguided
where are the poets then? no warning
our bodies still always mock-heroic and alone
no triumphal re-entry now, but sedative
the misunderstanding is great: all gods broken
imagine it’s intensified & shining, the split
not spoken, not written, a right shard of shit
devoured in irrationality, profoundly marginalese then dead

69. Our Lives Lived Here in the Dark

for UKPoetry ListServ & especially for Keith Tuma

Our lives lived as we know we ought
our lives lived in ordinary disorder
strangeness smiling at the heart of what we are
half-illumination by clumsy ochre light

Lives must now be living tenderly
each worthless object irradiated by wonder
the future always let be postponed
leading us into screen memory in its maze

& laws, inescapable & unwanted
people unaware they are people or dust
everything held into the missing dimensions
the ones that pretend the unconditional

Can we still manage w/in this improvisation?
Spicer found this pressure absolute & fatal
the mind overtaken by particular certainties
infinite consequences bleeding out the brain

Nowhere, I think nowhere, is here
flesh suddenly unapparent, worthless, fake
oh shit! – this total suspension, no
lived again & again just here in the dark

68. Our Lives Cutting Silver in the Dark

Our lives flourishing & dignified
– strangers, inhabitants, all unabased
dapples radiating in ochre lights
a brief smile thanked tenderly
we developed in concert & wonder
the fresh future had not a king
leading this always outside, delight
et leges civitatis, common rule
people, people shine, familiar stars

together, the loneliest, the unconditional
psychotic on principle, some gross improvisation
Spicer or Bonney or Amiri Baraka
demanding change, never certainties
infinite consequences – this is really magic next
nowhere outside, of course too delusion & death
demonic worship on the pavements (fake)
oh hit it! We knew, never did
movement of flesh cutting silver in the dark

66. All The Comradeship of Deviant Art: A Praise Song by the Crowd of People Welcoming the Vagrants & Migrants Into Our City

for all my students at Harlow & Braintree, a goodly crowd

If we praise you
we praise ourselves
for we are all
the lowly people of this place

If we praise you
we praise our children
for they too bring hope
for what does not change
is the will to change
our children and yours
shall carry that on again

If we praise you
we praise our gods
familiar & flourishing
as fully here
as we or you
unabased we face them
& raise up their images
all the gods
upon the trees of this world
& all the others
their faces shine
let your faces shine
let our faces shine
radiating life between us

If we praise you
we praise our poets
for they were all strangers once
before they fell fertile & uttered

If we praise you
we praise our cousins
the blessed holothurians
lovely & sloppy
never to be eaten
addressed w/ a smile of delight

If we praise you
we praise all the moths
& all the foxes too of this town around