Original Publish Date, Spring 1994


Aphasia (language evolution)

1.

sea-surface

coruscates

“no body in and of itself can long hold out its form

without that implication of other near forms”

nature as you say it is

lines

congeal or

mold

human and machine.

What is an innocent natural form becomes a cabalistic sign.

“Do you speak or are you being in the path of language

steam-rolled and delivering near logic?”

spine

into a pattern, a spiraling pit.

Do you forget? Then you construct the new.

long bird horns

decry

land-locked feet

“this is the put of heaven, the eye’s tension unmet”

an organ’s piece

tipped

azure tones

 

2.

Such ennui

bend

sinster pale

we allow mathematics to devour thought

“if, in disaster, we decide to try our resources

then

in this we are the lived, not living, halo of ghost form”

heated

blood an

epicure’s….

In the act of amnesia we burn the tassels to that past.

“The body itself an amorphous suggestibility.”

how sound-stuff

occludes

contemplation’s flow

angles, geometric pose

near-dark

bird view

ephemeral

“we are speech and it keeps us warm in stasis”

woman man man woman

left life beside dark tracks into that ambiguous

sea.

 

3.

head to itself

noun

specific

without forgetting now and then we are

in static froth

“some self-awareness is the mirror on mirror effect where

that perception is given an infinite regress”

clarion’s warble

mind’s camp-

anella’s entrance

(head to the neck’s coil)

“domestic shift from the veldt’s uncertain chord to the shores

where cities on invented metals spring forth”

cicatrix on mind-surface

slept

human and machine

“this is a long song of our evolution”

to envisage

deep-pitted

soul-lets

letters which float into known meanings

by their own intertia

an eyepiece

fit onto

unfixed bone.

 

4.

heather

hones into

ground

dendrites a field of overgrown weeds

“if it is in a pattern then, fly through that logic’s dead weight”

the soil

separates

deracinates

nature as you say it is

“when we don our clothes we are apart, husks apart”

speech

like a tome

from deep-sea

lore

human and machine

“self of the sea and long, long I am long ago to be”

I’ll store

black detritus

by the shore

(self-pieces)

sea-secret

spirited.

 

5.

like a lever

seasons

gear in me

“so walk with these seasons, not against, build

towers to hold out the natural vicissitudes which come

with variegated weather patterns”

spine

a trip-wire

triggers

plangent tones

in forgetting

how do we know we are real or false?

collation

on the river’s imagined

table, cleared

always body logic usurps abstract ambrosia

“I happen to live in the hope aphasia brings”

aura of

suspension

in the birds

yet another shade

relents.

 

6.

who are

creatures

indescribable

“God’s current is conducted through bone and mud and steel.

Then that myth is but an extension, natural, of speech”

gryphons

knotted

birds

nature’s say as nature says you say

it is

“however noble, the spirit is a cipher without its words”

shed

pinions, dead

heat.

It is bliss to not know if your life

is real

a world’s

whir

the electric what

“how empty the clang of elements, explosions of fire”

a snaking

view of that

prey and predator.

 

7.

a window

cut out of

uniformity

“In the patterns a dark figure emerges as a progression

only in the limits of a perception”

in a figure’s

base

sense, self

spine

“without logic words are a toreador’s red swatch waving”

bursting

by wind’s

punch

the ambulatory

back

to a crawl

“a monkish figure herself in a vacuum, like a cat-

erpillar after eclosion from the chrysalis unwinged”

evolution’s maul.

 

8.

defenestrate

sense

and perception

“oh blood, oh vitriol, the lubrication of moving parts

is necessary to that secret exchange of DNA and memory”

an orange-

winged bird’s

wing escapes

utility

“liquid and light, two elements which shore up the self

from too wide a range of thoughts”

what flies

with no string

or rigging

as you sail on cosmic breakers

the ship’s

tacking, sings

its forced turn

“I’ve left ambiguity decide my traits, my moods. I’ve left

the moon and its concomitant parts of good and evil

shelter me from my own accountability”

 

9.

elements

exposed

dug up

“how, in the arid gust of deserts, does life find logical

form and content?”

exhumed, part

myth, part

history

“blood thickens, leaves no room for subtle rivulets of cool,

decipherless water”

typed-out means

“officially”

human and machine

to know nothing of one’s existence

a distance from

fruition, sense

is a design

I make mountains, otherwise, they are earth-spines’

thanatos,

ostrakos,

body bejeweled.

 

10.

organic

shift from cool

to heat

“the setting of the planets in silence and ash, but still

existing”

a planet which

disburses CO2

and O2

if forgetting, then adapting

a type of vulcanization

wherein

these are the only

fossils saved

“the secret history of heaven and earth shifting poles”

type of

lament,

the tearing

of hair

“the door, this is a door which is not factitious, but there

is there without the perception making it so:

I keep out

of the cool water

I keep it singing

 

11.

opprobrium

natural

selection

ciphons

“if in the dying light, if in the chorus of words making words I am the center of the world”

what

cipher of no

mind

nature as you say it is

“being centerless, without shift, evolution’s tool”

vacuity,

spherical nature

human and machine

we forget to purge the code, to spill

ourselves into that lake of flux.

boomerang

karma

“out of the bracken the lucid sentence structure makes lichens our ancestors and

our progeny”

elicit a slow

mew from the hiss

which is a wave

a spine

“nothing of the elements known but compartmentalization, convenient list of properties”

 

12.

momentum’s

spur, ennui

by forgetting, we mean to relearn

“make an element from fire, water, wind, and mud, make

eyelets and a tongue, some golems”

an element,

egg

and sperm

moulded

“in the mouth a type to curve sound”

by eye a mane

grows;

a foot is a claw

or a fin

“in the mouth a sound makes the world? no”

half-moon

in my eye

my lunar-

ness

the blood is kept below surface structure

so as to seem solid and unchanging.

 

13.


in the mesh

grafted

life to sign

nature’s say as you say you are

“if we are invented, if the world, if the elements were

working their atomic shells without our knowing….”

torn below above

a morning

by its crepuscular

counterpart

“how to break silence without overtaking its de-

construction of the nature of the structured things”

“the sun sets and

rises in the same

orange wash”

a spider’s web, a coil of arches and bridges round the center, prey which emits heat to seek

spokes which

connect the outer

utility to its axis

some sense,

some forgetting

pivot of dawn

to night

 

14.

in hell’s

nirvana

settled

flames

“centerpiece of the eventual outcome of things, is

the human, the farmer of the universe, sewn seed into black matter, life into dead spheres”

settle on coals,

make

sparks rejuvenate

scratch

“so-called epiphany, learning to crush bone with rock”

the flesh wears

out

or due from its

momentum of life

“the first wars were probably a series of fiascos

in which the bruised, slashed, and crushed did

justify their actions with a spirit of warrior

grace, overcoming the illogic of burning one’s

neighbors out of their habitats, only to leave

one’s own clan without means of gathering

sustenance, a noble end”

 

15.

how

do wind-chimes

crash

“so much for the hoar which made the mud glisten,.

so much for the downpour which gave a sheen to bland

shale”

the poles apart

coming together

in a crush

spine

“in heaven’s rooms no music is made but is”

the spirit

a rising of

layered

octaves

“if a person now decides to make words become the nature of things then perception

is narrowed”

unadorned

bells sounding

richer than

sheen

solar occularity

night words

combined

 

16.

manna,

invocate

God’s

design

“how does one conquer generational amnesia, when the next set loses the past construction?”

the revisionist

being able to speak

of inevitable

success or failure

in the forming of things, cells freeze in the perception’s

wild hydrangeas

being a battle

against oppress-

ive weed-seeds

and flight

“with flux the types of life try themselves out”

a bird which maneuvers her craft above the beach

“I had a bad experience sewing together the planets to my skin. I left myself heavy an easy mark for gracile predators”

 

17.

signs

whistles and

casual noises

forget the self’s construction

“good home, good head, my skull in my bed, my ears

soft pillows, my mind is a soft snoring”

feet against ground,

grinding, dish to silver sung

natural sayings you say are as

you say these sayings are

“in the wake of light, there, no dark thing is real”

a door makes its

casual shut reverberation

human and machine spine who

commands the sea of sounds, suggest-

ability

“who sets perception by the hand-made clock who speaks in the ocean’s casual sound-

making”

 

18.

that saturnine

portrait of sea-life

“a mangled word is the evolution of language, like a mangled limb is an eventual pinion”

that laconic ebb of things

human and machine

“moments occur outside of us, we do not infer meaning”

cause is never

revealed, reached

to its effect

infinite

gulf

“if you felt the flame would then doubt its veracity?”

shattered

sea-sense from

that to space