(Three Poems)
This Is All There Is
If you want to begin you have to go all the way back
to when you never were.
It is far.
Maybe too far to go there.
The good news: nothing to pack, nothing to forget.
Look, how it is if you find yourself thinking
about your life your tiny little real true own personal private precious life,
and the life of eternity, don't do it.
If you find yourself saying things to yourself like well, the universe
and all time seems to be about 10,000 trillion years ago at least, don’t do it
If you find yourself thinking there has been, there is, there will be.
Stop it.
Don't do it.
If you find yourself thinking about all the suns and the moons
and the stars and the comets and the rivers & oceans and mountains and trees.
& mud, & birds, & stories of all kinds & insects & fish & rodents and cats & dogs &
horses & all exponentially exploded views of time,
(some lonesome comet might zero in on us
right this minute!), don't do it.
It will turn you into a poet.
The Hyper-commodified, Intensively Informated and Net-worked Performance-driven Conditions of Late Capitalism
It's going to be exquisitely awkward
(keeping myself suspended)
over this quicksand
I loved when I liked when I lived when I believed
this moon of ours trying to be transparent
I liked the time
satellite dishes and trompolines had intercourse
One of 10,000 ways of saying with emphasis
I had not suffered enough
Never enough before the Loud House of Terrible Blows & Glances
Amplified
The Noisy Place
The Home of No Quietude
(keeping ourselves in suspended animation)
There is no such place as the place of late capitalism
I will never not ever no matter what be able to suffer enough
Too Much Infinity
Can there really ever be enough
to warrant
Is more
always
it?
As for
what's next,
it is
the same
as once more what's more.
And who is it who gives
what's more a little more
what for?
And after that another
more for the page
that wants to be turned,
for the word
saying say next word next.
I'll have another.
Just a little more.
More where more came from before.
How what we can't have has us.
Beyond behind everything something
Like when someone said he's a small person wanting to be big.
And I thought I have to think about that.
And I thought it is almost exactly like
when someone says what is it you don't understand
when after you say you've lost something
someone says and so where did you lose it?