The Incompleteness of the Foregoing Analysis of Time
At 10 or 11
he challenged the world
and it ignored him
went on its way
it knew what was what:
so he cried when the little girl told him
'go back to your own kind'
at 20 the world fell apart
he thought it was him
he tried to pick up the pieces:
they were too heavy
at 65 he died
woke up eight times
from the doctors electrocuting him:
the facts seemed almost amusing to him
now he wonders around
on good days
surveying the pain his friends suffer daily
yearns for Kafka
Camus
the wit of Sylvia Plath's 'Lady Lazarus'
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'Historicality' is Temporality
and then
to make myself available
to what is about to happen
on its own terms...
and then it is time
to turn the clock off
ignore the bed
pull up the shade
(Really) this is Saturday
This is Peter
I'll call you in another ten minutes
three horizons
earlier
later on
today
what I can make
up from memory and imagination
Eliot aside
why do I keep that drawing
framed
behind the pixy wand?
what happens
after I do
what I wish to do
to make the day available?
only slight clouds
in a slight blue sky
the window is still
shut
Such is the nature of experimentality...to find that what was conceived as a single poem has been received as 2 poems. Such transmisions are always of interest, inter-esse, between-ness-es.
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