Sunday Sundries

6/4/2023 in case you missed it

People and the subspecies children are playing in the parks

DEAD HUNTED

BEFORE HE CUT HIS HAIR

UNTITLED LANGUAGE POEM #1986


When Creeley asked us to see the presentation you did
on L.A.N.G.U.A.G.E Poetry, all the rage in my circles then

And you pulled out the cardboard stack, linked together
with neatly cut tape, covered by neat advertising handwriting

Your confidence under pressure with the eyes of your academic 
advisor and a conclave of his young admirers was admirable

The way you unfolded the Origami thesis, reminding us how
these poets' deep self-referential transgressions broke thru

became universal

And how a simple one-page poem covered the room as the
references looped through you, spilled onto walls,  floor

You standing on a chair, waging a campaign in excited tones
telling us a story so grand, our feet accidentally cause rips

You’d have to fix later before your defense, and how we
demurely apologized and you said “Don’t worry about it

In the grand scheme, it doesn’t matter” We didn’t know your
name then, and we certainly don’t know it now, although

We have often wondered how your thesis defense went, did
you prove your deep and true understanding of how although

it may

not matter, how the game of languaging, while overrated
created for you, for a time, a deep and wonderful repose.

“One of the best things you ever did”
Con/Jur/d, 6/3/2023

THE ANIMIST UNIVERSE IS BEING

Much love,

Con/Jur/d, 6/4/2023