Thursday, January 18, 2007

The attributed master left unstated

The attributed master left unstated
the correlation that seemed to exist between

my hand and his arm
as though we were a pair of friends;

the constitution of the two, he said,
was a probable inference

that I had the corresponding rapier.
But had I been him, I might’ve

found the common boundary
at which the parts join

in the that which is less —
and by the that which is less, I mean the less which is greater,

more dense, owing to the fact that its parts are closely combined
with long-lost relatives.

Practically all such cases convince us
that genius is relatives —

as in the case of Nietzsche, for instance,
and his sister Elisabeth —

and the relatives, also,
which are said to be such and such

in virtue of some or one of their qualities,
and properly so.

Later, at a merchants in the Luckenbooth’s
I had myself fitted out,

for people are said to be the sum of what can be found
in their pockets, and by what I could make out,

these pocket-findings are interdependent
in bodies thrust low, and simultaneous

with that of the “other,” which is always
a young-ish lady.

And it becomes obvious that these pockets
have the matter of expressions double and half

with reference to the contraries of bad bipeds
overly receptive of knowledge; in other words,

they are human, and thus should be removed.
Naturally, the parts do not reference to anything outside

themselves, such as wood, which, ultimately,
is only wood.

1 Comments:

Blogger Todd Colby said...

I like the poem! All of my students here at Yale University (where I happen to be teaching a course called Contemporary American Poetry, heard about it?) like it too.

I would like to invite you to come up to New Haven to give a talk to them about me. They have a lot of money here and they give it to people like us. It's great!

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