Poetry from The Literary Review
String Theory Readymade
BRIAN BLANCHFIELD
|
Number one, draw on your paper your paper on fire.
Get this down. Use this red. Any line you start is a hose in half, and from third dimension a fourth is siphoned, but that suggests as far as it goes. By no power higher can you raise yourself and document. Make fire, page one of one. With fire or with red or with rise begin. International operator, come on with patience. Once I have you I think that once I was imaginative and more than once imaginary, closely an ant at the date line climbing over. I answered Susan Mensch's cell phone because it rang, and, from Four Seasons Chicago, Susan said she'd cancel usage, so, darling, say hello in English remember I miss you. If Duchamp made quite the New York snowshovel and from scratch the vial of Paris air, such is art more material to love. Once Mrs. Steven Jay Gould makes a name for herself, rest assured; everyone's units are like assholes, but there is one theory of everything: One's attention is not divided between following that car and stepping on it. To have come by pursuit is fait accompli, the skin and trail and look of getting out but not the serpent self.
|
