Again the desire to insert a self between language and the world, between film and screen—bodies garmented in pure light—as though to pry the self loose from consciousness, the observer from the gaze, to pickax a verbal archaeology or remove a cancerous tumor, as the Aztecs knew to wedge the rib cage open and bear forth the beating heart of syntax.
Jacob wrestling the angel
of syntax.
These soldiers died for the honor of syntax.
The stones, the altars, the passage tombs erected in homage to syntax.
White tigers in the emporiums of belief,
deep-fried schemata on a bed of field greens.
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bear hunters |
cadaver dogs |
tulip farmers | ||
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julep plantations |
ionic fields |
social orders |
emporia
“they have planted the vitreous floaters in our eyes to monitor our consumption patterns and feed us subliminal advertising for Coke, Budweiser, McDonald’s”
Sense of dislocation, relocation, echolocation.
Discovered by bats in the hollow trunk of a sycamore tree.
Discovered by cadaver dogs in the stacks at the university.
come climb the library tree with me