with a stronger than usual appeal to
listen to the video (which, heaven save us, even has a postscript), since this
poem feels like it marks new territory for me and I couldn’t seem to not need
to say stuff to somebody about it. So if you can bear being that somebody, I’d
like it a lot.
.
.
Two days ago I took a
crash course in Affective
Poesy and I think I’ve got the knack of it
at last.
Affective Poesy requires forty-five lines separated
Into five nine-line stanzas.
Visually any line
Should seem about the same
length of Another.
Each line’s first word Flush
left is in the upper case,
And never lower. You
can however Govern whether
Other Nouns and Verbs
and Parts of Speech be
Crowned in upper-case
as Well. Content mostly
.
Will not much Engage:
protecting you against what
You had Very badly Feared,
and at other Private
Moments hoped, might Spell
your Destiny: to dash
Into an under-handed, under-fucking-standing
Of the under-Fucking-taking
of the care and
Application of a Pearly
quantity of Sickeningly
Slick Pellucid fluid of
the human male, a true spin
Through the famous halls
of Montezuma, and an
Amplitude of everything
that fails: and falls to Seeing
.
That another otherness be
Gently excised from the
Room to be politely Shown
the Door, sent out to
Implore The rest of any-
and of Everything in this
Rapacious Urgency to
learn what it had not Yet
Learned: to do Without the
glory Promised it But not
Delivered By Saint Anna
Plume-de-Lune From whom
We Thought you’d learned
sufficiently the reason
For the Ogling Mumbah turning
his Attention far
From what he’d thought that
he Was here to bless,
.
Confess – when at that Unrepentant
Moment you
Said Yes, you’d fill
the Coffers of each strange new
Tent raised in the
jungles and the deserts which
Appeared to Harbor organized
talk therapy for all
The endlessly Repentant
winners at casino coin
Machines. The beans and
rice of it! To think there
Was a way to live That
didn’t strategize to make
You Do what you were
sure you had To Do to live!
To think! To think at
all becomes a kinky slinky
.
Correlating uppity capacity
to render an acute
Neurosis, like a flaccid
acidosis of the spirit Veering
To and fro between,
among the psyche’s Three
Presiding Needs to
please itself too well. Nothing
Ever breaks that spell.
Some say it quells Their
Rheumatiz quite well. Some
say it’s hell. Some
Say it’s an inordinate attempt
to Be: to pre-Select
To go-and-see. I think
it’s all affective poesy. You
should try your Hand at
it. It’s meant the world to me.
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