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All into one space after Anne Waldman Con/Jur/d, 6/10/2021 After all, it’s impossible to argue with poets, prophets When I met Anne Waldman I could still write, the horizon stretched around the World, perspective could travel 360 degrees, 40,075 kilometers and 21 centimeters, back to where we are looking, easy Before everything, everyone was frozen behind glass Even her poem, How to Write, is the same, identical, everywhere smooshed we’re compressed flat, in the airport, in my paper-strewn office, walking down the stairs, just in time, I freeze wait for my Soul to return, feet on separate steps I don’t tumble How many times a day do we compress, lose our molecular mass? Pressed beyond a first, second, or third draft, overwritten, illegible, They’re doing their best to make us all surface, with no depth, blame a fear of death Pictures don’t die. They just decay Sometimes the power goes out they blink, cease to exist without pain, boredom, suffering I’ve been assured as soon as the the solar fields, and the Sun Drill Platform, are finished, trademarked, copywrote, branded we’ll be back as bright as before, brighter where the shadows are deeper, the Sun fails to shine On the other side of this mirror, I’m crying I know you are too No matter how simple, true these human emotions, *The Festival of Words!* are complicated, shiny, colorful, embedded, and squished together in this petri-dish, where we are easy to manipulate Drugs remind us, "You're in charge," although, we need the Artists to seize control again, help prop up the roof, hollow out a space for the living, apply paint thick and thin, to every object-emitting gravity, no matter how weak, and to write words, fleshing out the rocks and the trees and the sand the roads, and paths, outside here, and music, yes music rolling through the air roiling our bodies, manifesting in space this space Where we write When she first read What her voice and hand said in 1968, the same space, now as it was then Careful! Don’t stumble dimensional steps can be tricky
Well, y'all, doing started here ended there. I'm blaming the eclipse. If you're into the astrology thing I highly recommend following Mountain Bruja who should have a blog or substack soon but for now, https://www.instagram.com/mountainbruja/ Later, Con/Jur/d, 6/10/2021