Inside the plant, inside

Inside the plant, inside

the internet, inside a list of vocabulary training aids,

inside a robustly authoritative essay about Bob Perelman’s writing

career and exemplary production and enviable schooling,

inside “experience” neither exalted nor poetic, inside

the outside margin



between living and making a living

and addressing an "audience" and "addressing

not a single reader nor multiple

consumers or fellow vendors," such as those at the trade

shows, now that this has so shamefully and with such

[self/selves-] disgusting cowardice broken down to words,



but what there is

(of the defiantly private)

(of what precludes specificity and articulation)

(of what doesn't matter but is the matter)

(of what IS matter) (of what is NOT

subject to human trade because it cannot take form

the way money talks or because it cannot take form

the way words walk around and around in search of other

blind, dumb, limpid spectres as if with just enough collection

they might produce mass ridiculously genius scientists could

measure mathematically like distant events in deep space

and prove that if they aren't there, nothing is,

nor planets, suns, forces, light, movement, galaxies, sub-atomic

any things, much less intelligible life).




But none of this is what I want to write, either.  I lose,

one loses, automatically, THE MOMENT

one erases oneself and everything else

from the margin between reality and all that

which slips into intelligible mass

frames [poetry] readers can recognise as public enterprise.





First six lines of this bs were written 4 March 2013, and the others today,  the 7th.  Also, I write other bs, not just this 29 year long bs and screeds referencing my other adopted parents (so says the po-lease reports, anyways), the Lang Pomers, so compulsively and embarrassingly (to both me and them, i.e.), including Life Sentences, The Helen Keller Series, Cubicle 22, and The Lacan Series (first volumes of each of which I plan to publish and circulate in the next year or two).   Anyways, there are things perhaps more fruitful and representative that I do.  Other than that, everybody of course leave me alone for awhile -- I'm more focused than I've been in 2-3 years, which were devoted to a lot of publishing efforts.