Tuesday, September 1, 2015
poem || Lawrence Upton
Poem for one or two voices #2
This poem is to be heard rather than read. Take it slowly, performers.
Just read the semantic utterances! With no acting, no pretty or affected voices; but do not read it dead-voiced, please.
Utter the sub-semantics at a steady slow pace.
Please do not try to decode the writing in your performance. There is no code so there is nothing to interpret.
Enunciate 'by gut' in the light of your primary fluent language which uses Roman script. (If you have none, do your intelligent best.)
Dancing is permitted but not mandatory.]
Human beings are closely packed together,
our social system based on colourful images.
It has been an extraordinary triumph,
without preliminary study.
This kind of transformative behaviour ends
by everyone fighting everyone and anyone.
We must resist
even to the determination
of a valuable and specific knowledge advanced.
We must be changed -
a precise determination.
Intellect is an urge.
We are necessarily coarse,
but we must control our brains.
This looks obvious,
like the recognition of faces.
We are our own experiments.