abject
always or often enough too often the wanting that state
wanting to luxuriate in it / roll around in it / the sty
the wetness in the eyes
sweeps or range / half the time thinking you’re in a pentameter
Blake or Milton or whatever those names are starting not to matter
can’t read anymore Sun 2:39 PM
yesterday about this time from the street
it didn’t have to get put down, it didn’t have to
it could’ve got let go / ignored / passed by
puncturing the silence writing in the reading room
a room like that’s a membrane
what comes into it from outside
what do you let in from it from outside
some guy, some voice yelling something or other
yelling at another / there’s other voices
the effect of the voice on the writing
the effect of a man in the street
random man / neighborhood / street
not all streets / not all not at all not
[extended pause] [breathing] [space]
not at or out of and around not around
space into next space dot and log
the logs the log ins the signal posts the light
post signals / what comes through
what comes through is what the text would ask you
what is a rhythm what swells what are waves
read in silence / words on a wave
what’s an ocean what shore what
what is it [silence] read it in silence
what are you reading are you reading
repeat: what is reading
say “I know” say “I see” say “I know”
not the books not the titles not the authors
not the reading – writing / not the culture
“autocentrism” that you know that and can’t say it
can’t say it like that / you say it through voices
like that voice yesterday / it’s what comes in
it comes in and takes over and you go there
and it’s on your page and you’re in that / from that
not “from” and overcoming origin the “root”
the simple tree
there’s people around and how do they sound
or down / bringing the languageing down
langue or longue / tang / tongue
something you hear / and what gets heard
the what’s reading can’t be answered here
the what are you reading and reading list and post
ongoingness
like a mangled sentence
the good work goes undocumented
unread / unheard (scream that scream
this morning that you’ve heard
and it goes unheard
heard is not enough / not even
the knock on the door downstairs
the coming apart of cultures
words / it’s not just words
you will see actions in the shape of words
you will see words being used
even if you’re used to words being used
“images kill” yes and politics
and you don’t know
what it does, what the politics
does / what it does to words
welcome to the court of world opinion
without a clue / without (almost)
here is a proposition (a thought)
about projection (introjection?)
the psychoanalytic flows in cyberspace
what the book knows (what it undergoes)
no, masters, writes beside or along or
it knows / it knows / it knows
attached to the sign, no, attack signs
what projection does is put on another
what’s coming from the flows
callous is also protector
sensor: what’s going on around here
censor: what’s going on around here
you don’t know don’t you
no, “I don’t know”
don’t you know or don’t want to
what don’t you want to know
what the book knows
how did it get past the lists
why no discussion about this
the lists are light and speed
involution / anonymity
APPEARANCE of the APPEARANCE
it doesn’t affect what appears
around me / what’s going on around
what’s going on around here
and it’s nothing that hasn’t happened before
and why should that answer what
what should you do if you did get up
closure / foreclosure
stop it / don’t stop what
“translucencies”
sluice
Excerpt from Kevin Magee / to write as speech
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Hey Kevin,I’m glad to see you’re still happening.I always knew you had a bit of the Celtic-poet intellect about you,you old larrakin:and me?Jeez I can’t find my knee;it has to be replaced with a steel and plastic one;beaten down,but not totally done;when we weren’t orphans and time was young;I believe life was much more fun.Cheers old boy!Jpullin@shaw.ca