i-wrack,
in the garden / Lawrence Upton
Acceptance of phenomena
an horizon, a collective song, nothing more
every day, feelings the same;
unmediated constructs, narratives,
one's own in the usual sense;
partly ignorance, more malignant
than my question, every day being
unwilling to know death, unblemished
pinks face the end;
dislocations of perfume…
I burn in control, giving orders
to mind settings, the border
between memory and sky
a cut off.
I could have been a remark
in the expense of words,
uncertainty motionless,
rivers obsolete,
a kind of the word
in the memory of love;
bodies shifting matter,
forcing unreason,
in time and place, here,
early in the natural world
another fabulous place
in transmission
patchy recall
a product of poetics
without the look-up
Data and assumption. What's displaced it?
How to determine what will work!
The magnitude of displayed majority.
Speaking of - Speaking of redirection
I just came across... this is just…
This just came across, this is to network.
This rationale of your participation, in itself.
Itself is to network. Itself is to live,
is to endorse its own legitimacy.
A savage ire in past tense, a conventional expression:
you are potentially inaccurate. I am thinking
of a dynamic of universal complicity.
To network is unwarranted, a wrong,
enabling and empowering the voice
the height of the fundamental mechanism
Structural change follows a catalyst
with its self disgust in the male voice
quite the atrocity; that extreme
lifetime income enhancement.
Another affirmation
One, the pronoun to identify others -
The voice addressing oneself, with a version
of space, to speak as the other; the way
in which what appear are supposed to behave
falling to attain; one now being investigated
in the territory of expiation, the tradition
the imperative, reason or another angle
taking the flesh, breaking any contributions agreed,
freedom stolen with fields. Not
a good place. A hospital bed. The territory
of essayed opinion. You believe. Associate
with prisoners, detainees in a psychological
examination of how pleased I am, in the
description of everywhere, of writing the rule
Own the territory of elegance, using the imperial
History and flame. Concentrate on wake up, the autonomy
of snapshot, of handy media allergic to breaths.
Conflicting stories of conflict? Take care.
Strong language digs down to distinguish levels
of conflated yarn and stitch up. Opinion
must reassert itself for the release,
interesting massacre narratives,
Gothic example history. Other things seem to become
part identity, another ebullition of reference
translated by definition, suspicious, illegal.
Modes of discourse struck off the street
A whole lot of particular cases.
Markers of sophisticated disappearance.
In the territory of artistic influences
The writer is an aspect of conception
delightfully whole, full of debacle.
young life, cinematic unease, a work is itself
