A knife , fork and a cracked plate don’t
constitute a meal , though all three items are handy for show, as are empty
frames on the wall when there is any kind of company visiting , who demand our
attention, taxes, documents of your legal rights, you just say it’s the wall
you wanted to highlight, the frame is only a, well, a, well, uhhhh,a
framing device!to bring a viewer’s attention to the rub of the paint,
the embedded fingerprints, the light switch in the center. Likewise, it’s
knowledge we’re hungry for, isn’t it? Knife, fork, cracked plate are about the
idea of eating as others go without forks, knives, or cracked plates.
This is to insist that I have always believed in love and virtue and connecting words that give the typist permission to push the sentence further than the original idea needed,the original excuse desired as a pretense of topic, we need these words to join and twist and coil around the legs of the table and then to find their way through the living room and into the front yard , we need to let the sentence become the vine tangling upon itself, in love with it's embrace, sleepy and ready to elongate again should the batteries on the smoke alarms die and whistle their frantic warning that their voice is softer now, gone with the smoke.
Dead
ethics professors choke in non-intrusive urns and French deconstructionists
blow kisses from balconies and any perch they can secure, Appearances are
misleading, explanations are fictions worth listening to for the way the words
are warped and wrap around each other until it’s not reasonable descriptions of
a material world we are listening to, but rather melodies flitting about like
nervous birds trapped in a small cage, a messy page of tuneless songs, all this
for a description of my house that now seems to rest on top of a giant hill,
bracing clouds and tree tops, a form I’m filling out asking me to describe
myself and all the desires I would bring into the world if finances would
allow, I would allow everything is what gets written, and everything not
forbidden would be inscribed in the rhetoric of future tense, when software
anxiety rules the body electric.
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