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The unbearable lightness of you sporting a bowler
(à la Lena Olin?) . . . slipping through an incognito window . . .
The notion that what goes around . . .
goes around an infinite number of times . . .
cameoed . . . cinemascoped . . .
as if Super-8s were the new now . . .
You sidestep the warp . . . and buy time
on the dotted line . . .
the nearness suffocating (as always?)
the decades-old memory of lovemaking
on a bunk bed . . . deconstructed . . .
with you pining for an inspection sticker . . .
a Möbius strip ensuring non-orientableness . . .
maintaining the mystery . . . for the before-after crowd . . .
rainbowed and enigmatic . . .
The naiveté of post-Internet security thugs
libraried . . . in the 800 stacks . . .
Purging the past with a keystroke, yes? . . .
There's always a room of one's own for everyone on this tug
chuffing its way through the Isles of Langerhans . . .
All you need is faith
To hear the diesels humming . . .
News that's fit to 3D print . . .

Lena Olin in The Unbearable Lightness of Being (1988)

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There seems to be a disparity . . . the images fragmented . . .
the lighting off . . .
and now you're squinting . . . at the camera . . .
trying to clarify the choreography of the odyssey . . .
He/she presented with a revised script . . .
and a smattering of masks . . .
You balk at the masks . . . and sketch an alternative . . .
The dialogue begins . . . off-cue . . .
and does its best to preempt the confusion
which is fogging the lenses . . .
The scene is re-shot with filters . . .
a waste of time . . . nothing seems to be working today . . .
Perhaps the reason is buried in the footnotes . . .
along with your memorandum of understanding . . .
How ill-equipped (unprepared?) . . .
especially now with an albatross as metaphor . . .
In this poem you are all artifice . . . the language frayed . . .
the letters of introduction misfiled . . .

Anka Zhuravleva

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Most of the time I don’t run and hide.
          - Bob Dylan

You seed the illusion
comfortable with the aloofness you've affected
your undeniable self awaiting word
wind chimes buffering fragmented hours . . .
You page through
taking notes
the photos yellowed and brittle
the footnotes tiresome
pages missing or hidden . . .
Why go there? . . .
Why not? . . . It all fits . . .
Or so you'd like to think . . .
But there are elements of happiness
of enchantment
of times spent with eyes wide shut
composing lines that . . .
That what? . . .
That were never delivered, I guess . . .
Aha! . . .
I could have followed the thread, you know . . .
And ended up where? . . .
Not sure . . . But not here . . .
And then? . . .
Look, most of the time not unlike the rest of us
I just try to soldier on . . .

Robert and Shana ParkeHarrison

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Apparently, you were comatose all those years . . .
a marionette to nimble fingers . . .
an automaton dispensing emoticons willy-nilly . . .
off-shore laundering muddying the movements
color-coded from your days
in the dorm hustling Monopoly . . .
The hidden room behind the grandfather clock
maps your seductions with wide eye-shadowed eyes . . .
the undertaking inevitable
as you surrender yourself
to the lusts of strangers
initializing tick sheets in the sun room
while picking lint from shirtsleeves . . .
Surprised? . . . And now, ladies and gentlemen . . .
the darkside . . . the underside . . . the blindside . . .
the other side of then . . .
the other side of now . . .
lip-syncing Regina Spektor's Hero:
He never ever saw it coming at all . . .
Wait! Can we stop with this outpouring of theater or theatre
this close encounter of the un-kind
this semiotic overload
this de-con-struc-tion
this rewinding of the tape
this ripping of musical addenda? . . .
You bought into the notion of restorative solitude
a power higher than the unremitting void
environmentally friendlier than dishwashing detergent . . .
You are doing your part . . .
Correction . . . You have done your part . . . And now? . . .

Francesca Woodman

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How does it feel . . . with no direction home? . . .
          - Bob Dylan

As if boarding a tram in an end zone of irregular verbs . . .
You . . . clothed in the outlandish . . . just to be oppositional? . . .
How many were there? . . .
No idea . . .

You mistake indelible for inedible
and jump into a brief novel of waiting
your Etch-A-Sketch sapping the body of eroticism
courts and rejects intertextual references . . .

No black and white idiom here . . .
the moments between objects and events . . . invisible . . .
You're invisible now . . .
you've got no secrets to conceal . . .*

Pocketing variations of enigma
flexing with the urgency of an unorthodox kind of desire . . .
you begin negotiating angles . . .
raging against outliers . . .

The ultimatum as pre-emptor . . .
as mystery tramp . . .
Genre-bending as gender ploy
skipping the discomfort . . . just when understudies arrive . . .

This is how it played out . . . in the dream . . .
how it devolved . . .
when all else seemed suburban
and you resurfaced as if at an impasse . . .

*Bob Dylan, Like A Rolling Stone

Francesca Woodman

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[audio]

Of course you remember those days, yes? . . .
soundtracked by Jaco's unfettered unfretted bass . . .
Can you spell Word of Mouth? . . .
Looping back to a mind of winter's pink skies
and the remnants of past players
infiltrating your portal
when 1 + 1 was an imaginary number
that laddered its way to the top of your Wish List
where Utopians sported recoilless Doc Martens
in colors to tweet home about . . .
There was no need . . .
no worms drilling into your OS . . .
Your play station was your life . . .
You were warned . . . acoustically . . .
Dylan's gray-sleeved The Times They Are A-Changin' . . .
as you made your way to the corner mini-mart
for Ed's toast (taste?) of the town . . .
circumnavigating the razor-fenced delusions
that profited everyone . . . and no one . . .
while vacuum tubes leaked
the words of poets who had signed off
on beta versions . . . bringing home the bacon
that would one-way-ticket them to an MRI
just when their buckshot ducks were all lined up
and the ovens were ready for the next mitochondrion . . .
Uber Drivers of the World deserve a break today . . .
A Room of One's Own . . .
Do you have an ARoOO? . . .
Of course you do! . . .
There's no telling . . . Yes, please go on . . .
rejuvenated . . . and rejuvenated . . . and rejuvenated
Come . . . You Master(bator)s of War . . .
stepping in and out of a series of dreams . . .
autopiloting plants from bulbs
commonplace bargaining chips YouTubing
your audition for a seat in the orchestra pit . . .
the pendulum swinging
back and forth . . . back and forth . . .
to Vincent's head on the body of a fly
in the flick's parting shot . . .
You was dumbstruck by the Creature from the Black Lagoon
and the mysteries of Julie Adam's white one-piece
that filled the screen
and your head
especially the scenes in the cave
on some backlot no doubt
which led to the bowels of the Paris Opera House
where the Phantom keyboarded
phantasmagoric seductions for Christine for over 27 years
besting Cats as the longest-running Broadway show . . .
Those were the days my friend
unfolding one after another
with suits papering the A Train
which morphed into The Polar Express
for most . . . if not all . . .
Little matter though . . . Little matter . . .

Creature from the Black Lagoon (1954)

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[audio]

This way or no way.
          - David Bowie, Lazarus

Tell-tale hearts tell all on morning talk shows

slotted with errant knights and distressed damsels . . .

wakeup calls . . . ignored . . .

Mavens . . . encrusted with sobriquets

enter roundabouts at speeds

unsafe for Bollywood trailers . . .

and you . . . without reprieve . . .

reminisce through the third chapter and beyond . . .

plotlines folded into money belts . . .

The absurd drama . . . at one remove . . .

anthologized . . .

repeated . . . repealed . . . for the better? . . .

What does this tell you? . . .

about him . . . about her . . . about him and her? . . .

About Eleanor Rigby? . . .

Where do they all come from? . . .

upstaging the Simon and Garfunkels of the millennium . . .

bookended . . . whispering in our ears . . .

anguishing over troubled water . . .

storefronts retrofitted for the now . . .

the without . . . and then some . . .

thinking back wistfully . . .

for however long it takes . . . to count out the coins

and assume the role of lead . . .

The deadline passed . . .

The language poets of Abyssinia . . . silenced . . .

demand a recount . . .

while shooters . . . at 20 paces . . .

with chips in their brains . . . and chips on their shoulders . . .

randomize death . . .

Like Bowie's Lazarus . . . Everybody knows me now . . .

David Bowie, "Lazarus"

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With camera obscuras [sic] on the virtual beaches of your odyssey . . .
the white sand studded with the vexing asymmetry
of indulgences flattening your life to a morality tale . . .

in which he/she becomes increasingly enamored of inked torsos . . .
This of course will be addressed in the next chapter . . .
along with the history of illuminosity . . .

Excuse me while I trot off to the deli
for a provolone and tomato on sourdough . . .
Trudging through the snowstorm . . . and all that, yes? . . .

There's something to be said for the interiority
of this short austere work of fiction . . .
It grabs from the get-go . . . with its refusal

to stick to the customary protocol of story-telling . . .
not unlike the days of pushing paint . . . sans serif . . .
Elsewhere sommeliers await the rematch . . .

Interruptions . . . make for interesting bedmates . . .
Why the reluctance to take ownership . . . after all these revisions? . . .
Mayhaps the iffyness of it all? . . .

Girl with a Pearl Earring (2003)

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1. Action figures . . . with debits and creditors
2. with parlez-vous français
3. with inconsistent bedtime stories
4. of nights in shining amour . . .
5. have returned . . .
6. The day twists and turns and shouts out . . .
7. Checkout lines bottleneck last-minute shoppers . . .
8. BOGO becomes BOGT . . .
9. Your old Harley . . . running on empty over toll roads . . .
10. appears . . . and agrees to ferry you back
11. to the old neighborhood
12. to the desperation
13. of your parents' backyard barbecues . . .
14. with the gambits
15. karaoke machine
16. sleepovers
17. hangovers
18. (un)dress rehearsals . . .
19. Your élan vital is up up and away . . .
20. and on-deck for The Twenty Question Challenge . . .
21. The end run is in the starting blocks . . .
22. The slo-mo is a no-show . . .
23. heavy with odds for the long shot . . .
24. Install the app for It's a Wonderful Life . . .
25. Do it now . . . before it's too late . . .

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Blundering into the hemisphere of adjuncts . . .
The holiday pinspotted with strike zone and age spots . . .
Traps baited with unbound collections . . .
The armatures of engagement, yes? . . .

You kick it up a notch for the blue screeners . . .

a bevy of iconoclasts in a black Chevy SUV . . .
ferrying across the Kill Van Kull . . .
using your archives as GPS . . . The kiosks . . . in overtime
running lines . . . forgetting . . . most . . .

Paolo Roversi

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A photograph with no "punctum" to draw you in and disturb you.
          - Roland Barthes

You know as well as I that the costume
trumps the standoffishness . . .
this mirror-image of the transformation . . .
a surprise . . . to many . . .
a panoply of seductiveness, if you will . . .
seduction as entrée . . .
as when Proust dips his madeleine in tea
and is transported to metaphysical reverie . . .
Who is bluffing whom? . . .
Enigmatic . . . without whom . . . yes, go on . . .
I have bicycled six crooked highways . . .
To possess in its entirety
as when asleep one possesses oneself . . .
Is that Proust again? . . .
No idea . . .
A play in three . . . no four . . . acts . . .
Reassembled for extra credit . . .
The creditors askance . . . a well of silence . . .
You enter the scene . . . somnambulistically . . .
Your cropped top . . . directing traffic . . .
The extras? . . .
Conquest or discovery? . . .
Stretching out . . . in control . . .
This will be reshaped . . .
as in I will reshape the scene . . .
Isn't it obvious that it has to be redone . . .
Put your dinner with André on hold . . .
You'll be able to assume charge . . .
able to resume . . .
able to subsume . . . if need be . . .
She was so wasted, she knocked over the dip . . .
When questioned about it . . . she lied . . .
Already indifferent . . .
as change . . .
as redundant . . .
as necessary . . .

Krzysztof Warlikowski's New Proust?

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Now that you've circumvented that . . .
I just thought . . .
What with all the brouhaha . . . about whatever . . .
Time to videotape the scene . . .
Resplendent, yes? . . .
But what about the gaps . . . in the dialogue? . . .
The silence would be an action, yes? . . .
Into Great Silence . . .
Like smoking weed . . .
The form-fitting costume . . . as requested . . .
Parlaying the emptiness
as if it were the correct pronunciation
which . . . as I'm sure you know . . . it is not . . .
In cursive . . . if that's what you want . . .
Stop the car! . . .
Pull in behind that minivan
brimming with yapping animals . . .
This was written into the scene . . .
Not sure by whom . . .
But he/she said to follow the dotted line
in the dialogue . . .
Go with it . . . improvise . . .
We could try The Red Hen . . .
Yes, let's try The Red Hen . . .
In the dream, I was burglarized
and he was dead . . .
Kind of unusual . . . even for him/her . . .
Ya think? . . .
Anyway, they continued marking up the menu
with changes to the dialogue . . .
Pretty good, actually . . .
But then Door #2 swung open . . .
The revisions tumbled out of the back room . . .
Certainly enough time to grab a motel room . . .
Well of course you can . . .
Why are you lying on the floor? . . .
He/she meant no harm . . .
What about the bandaids? . . .
And your shoes are scuffed . . .
All that walking . . . seemingly in circles . . .
But now the laundry has been folded
and put away . . .
Time to proceed . . .
I'll take that call . . . and raise you three . . .

Marcin Szpak

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1. Grim figures with notebooks and head colds . . .
2. Isosceles triangles in training . . .
3. Perch on bathroom fixtures and drywall
4. in Home Depot
5. recording life's secular apocalypses
6. for price check . . .
7. You engage them in Q&As
8. about toilet tanks . . . sawhorses . . .
9. crescent wrenches . . .
10. the impending blizzard . . .
11. Clues to materials, colors, dimensions, warranties . . .
12. as the Porcelain Doll in Orange Overalls . . .
13. Thumbing through
14. The Whole Earth Catalog's Tools for Change . . .
15. captivating players . . . and their parts . . .
16. in the tool shed . . .
17. pro forma . . .
18. with your 16 mm take
19. on Marvell's To His Coy Mistress
20. seducing the dumbstruck
21. with multi-layered costumed panegyrics . . .

Marcin Szpak

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1. Indiscriminate evenings . . . leggy with enticement . . .
2. with eyes . . .
3. exchange costumes at the entrance . . .
4. You know the drill . . . however goofy . . .
5. Are you underestimating the instability of the context? . . .
6. the excitement? . . .
7. Come again? . . .
8. Field studies, yes? . . .
9. as if opening a dream . . . to decades-old meanderings . . .
10. drifting . . . out-of-focus . . .
11. The sky . . . too . . . counterpointed . . .
12. with aria . . . faint . . .
13. The weird aftertaste . . . of an unknown
14. hitting you . . . hard . . . on the drive back over the bridge
15. to an all-night diner . . .
16. before tumbling . . . downplayed . . . into morning . . .

Marcin Szpak

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1. You seek the promiscuous feeling of being alive
2. conference-call your mirror
3. and dream alterations in structural modesty . . .
4. In effigy . . . someone reminds you . . .
5. Why tarry? . . .
6. It would behoove you to take it to the next level
7. despite the rumblings from behind Door #3 . . .
8. The other day an open mic in the supermarket . . .
9. Lines run
10. on shoppers with full carts
11. and full bellies . . .
12. No one stepped up to the deli counter
13. to sample the sharp provolone . . . sliced or chunked . . .
14. How long the wait . . . in the green room? . . .

Bruno Dayan

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1. You wake to the urge to BOGO
2. at this most wonderful time of the year . . .
3. despite fading tan lines
4. spotty cell service
5. and road-texters fessing up to the White Rabbit
6. in waiting lines that curl into makeshift parking lots . . .
7. as semiotician-stalkers scramble for seats
8. outside your bedroom window . . .
9. obsessing over the signs and symbols
10. of your designer ultrawear . . .
11. The myth morphs . . .
12. The players exchange roles as directed . . .
13. Many are missed . . .
14. A few quibble . . .
15. Rewrites are rewritten . . .
16. An aura of retrofication ensues . . .
17. The scene . . . infinitely looped . . .
18. opens . . . and closes . . .
19. opens . . . and closes . . .

Bruno Dayan

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The ramen restaurant . . . offers personal “flavor-concentration booths,” where patrons . . . can experience “low-interaction dining.”
          - Emma Allen, Eating Ramen By Yourself Is An Antidote To Everything

The isolationist in you polishes silver
in a high-ceilinged cobwebbed room
collecting and comparing handwriting samples
from hedonists . . . and patrons . . .
on the truth of the matter . . .
the Mad Hatter's riddles
etch-a-sketching memories
of your understudy, Miss Havisham . . .
a bowl of ramen noodles
a piece of wedding cake
the clock's hands cradling the past . . .
You are stymied . . . again . . .
despite the entries in your journal
its blank pages evidence
of your odyssey's decay . . .
The wedding album awaits edits . . .
Your conquests pile up in the alcove
where a fruit basket interviews applicants
for the role of supplicant . . .
a minor role, yes, but relevant
to the underpainting
which you insist is essential . . .
You, like many, fear micromanagement . . .
The scene . . . color-coded . . . familiar . . .

Bruno Dayan

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The shoplifted elements of your profile . . .
Smudges on the answering machine . . .
Developmental studies? . . .
Would that you could, yes? . . .
And why not? . . . asks Door #3 . . .
Buckle up your overcoat next time you swim out beyond the breakers . . .
where mermaids are reassigned . . .
as Sirens . . .
gifting tantric truths . . .
The sinisterity . . .
The what? . . .
You know, the sinisterity . . .
Whatever . . .
The sinisterity of fairy tales disrupts your REM sleep . . .
I am famished . . . for nothing . . .
I welcome the accusation of pulchritude . . .
Many dislike the sound of that word . . .
and are surprised by its meaning . . .
I am intrigued by your insistence on wainscoting . . .
There are many more steps than 12 . . .
How so? . . .
Hey diddle diddle . . .
The cat and the fiddle . . .
I await the laughing dogeared edition . . .
and was sold a mock-up . . .
that whispered in my bad ear . . . throughout the night . . .
Lucky me, I thought . . .
but then resisted the urge to tweet . . .
And so they said you saw . . .
But are you vetted? . . .
It takes some undoing to read I Love Dick by Chris Kraus . . .
soon to be HBO'd . . .
Your shyness . . . replaced by boredom . . .
So what's wrong with that? . . .
With what? . . . The Sexual Life of Catherine M.? . . .
which Salon said Holds you tighter than a pair of handcuffs . . .
I was sentenced to be a fly on the wall . . .
I sat back . . . cigarillo in hand . . . or whatever they're called . . .
I examined the cracks and crazes in the enamel . . .
diagrammed the lines . . .
the air filled with scents . . . and nonsense . . .
words . . . cries . . . shouts . . . moans . . .
the unimaginable sounds of silence . . .
bodies electric becoming . . .
entangled . . . engaged . . . enraged . . . engulfed . . . encumbered . . .
Parts replaced yet the whole the same . . .
as with the compulsion to become the other . . .
an unrecognizable dainty tornado . . .
as in Eurydice's F/32 . . .
Will the miniseries continue? . . .
Will you re-up? . . .
Who knows what evil lurks in the hearts of men? . . .
Better as Who knows what evil lurks in people's minds, yes? . . .
The Shadow knows! . . .
I weaken . . . fade from view . . .
enter the Straits of Invisibility . . .
insouciant . . . notebooked . . .

Per Zennstrom

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How many words in the average novel? . . .

                    You have mythologized your odyssey
                    pinned nametags on onlookers . . .

How many words in the average reader? . . .

                    questioning the reliability of first-person players
                    who keep butting in . . .

How many words in the average person? . . .

                    You have remade yourself . . .

How many words in the average confession? . . .

                    The nightmarish quality of cameos
                    spurs you to rethink your opening line . . .

How many words in the average day? . . .

                    People are just standing around . . .

How many words in the average saint? . . .

                    I can't stand it . . .

How many words in the average lie? . . .

                    How it looks in a two-way mirror . . .

How many words in the average lay? . . .

                    Hallmarkian? . . .

How many words in the average sentence? . . .

                    You refuse to be bottlenecked
                    by those who insist they're in the know . . .

How many words in the average rant?

                    Never before or nevermore . . . both . . . and then . . .

How many words in the average soliloquy? . . .

                    You admit to misinterpretation . . .

How many words in the average breakup? . . .

                    Your watching is fitful . . .

How many words in the average excuse? . . .

                    and your commitment is a joke . . .

How many words in the average life? . . .

                   Misdirection . . .

Tim Walker

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Life is not personal.
          - Gilles Deleuze

OK, there's a redundancy . . . like a rabid dog biting itself . . .
This from a dream a while back, yes? . . .
An online virtuoso . . . nerdy affable obsessive
bopping along
leaves town without forwarding . . . without a word
as if the top of the woodshed blew off . . .
You enter the scene . . . soundtracked by an abandoned house . . .
if only . . . if only . . . if only . . .
But is it inconsequential? . . .
Doesn't it make a difference? . . .
Hasn't it made a difference? . . .
Not ready for prime time . . . not ready for the fall . . .
Why bother? . . .
Why bother what? . . .
Why bother attending to the aftermath
when all are present and accounted for? . . .
Why bother appropriating . . . without a voice? . . .
Is that what you're asking? . . .
Hold a mirror up to yourself . . .
Tell me about the disjunctiveness . . . the fragmentation . . .
You can set up shop as a go-between in the in-between . . .

Kathy Acker (1947-1997)

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Segue to bottled ephemera . . . clothespinned to your window . . .
with your affinity for cats . . . for dogs . . .
for cats and dogs . . .
It's raining cats and dogs . . .
the spin . . . the spin doctors . . .
the spinning . . .
the opening . . . as gingerly applied . . . then applauded . . .
Can you believe the outcome? . . .
Of course, it goes without saying, he/she reeks
of unfamiliarity . . . with the lives of others . . .
let alone saints . . .
Perhaps a touch of fear . . . or fear and loathing . . .
Exonerated? . . . One would hope not . . .
but who knows . . . given the present climate (change) . . .
with lives to spare . . . especially now . . .
You lack science . . . and a backstage pass . . .
It would behoove us to redo the read-through . . .
or the walk-through . . . whichever . . .
Cache as cache-can, yes? . . . To know
the many faces of you . . . amid the crumpled sheets of copier paper . . .

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You've lost me . . . Brutally honest and soft and vulnerable? . . .

Your aim . . . again . . . is off . . .

Gotta get outta Dodge . . .

Thomas Wolfe couldn't stop . . . either . . .

But sir, the redrafting emanates from the core . . .

You're focusing on the core, yes? . . .

Is it Taking Care or Talking Cure? . . .

Little matter . . .

Put your hands together for the midlife crisis guy, Carl Jung . . .

who, in describing himself, according to psychoanalyst Donald Winnicott,
gives us a picture of childhood schizophrenia . . .

I'll give you a moment to collect your unconscious . . .

Got meme? . . .

The fat lady who's supposed to sing has shed a few pounds . . .

Now what? . . .

We await integration of our split personalities . . .

And Sherlock Holmes's Blue Carbuncle . . .

Is the jury still out on the deerstalker? . . .

Coulda . . . Woulda . . . Shoulda . . .

Why do birds suddenly appear? . . .

Anorexia Nervosa was first described in 1684 involving the daughter of a Mr. Duke of London but wasn't given its own diagnosis until 1873 when Sir William Gull, Queen Victoria's personal physician, presented his observations of an emaciated condition in three young women: Miss A, Miss B, and an unnamed third . . .

And now for a recap . . .

The problem here is one of inertia . . .

Not a problem . . . consider the flying buttresses . . . and the general state of affairs . . .

He/she had a keen aversion to monogamy . . .

The facts in the case of the one who would leave in the middle of the night . . .

The bridge tolls alone, yes? . . .

For whom? . . .

For the party of the first part, of course . . . are you paying attention? . . .

Slipping through . . . costumed for the game . . .

Snogging with ice-men/-women until they cometh . . .

Seduction as effortless as breathing . . .

O, surprisingly, was illuminated by it, as though from within, and her bearing bespoke calm, while on her face could be detected the serenity and imperceptible smile that one surmises rather than actually sees in the eyes of hermits . . .

The odyssey continues . . .

Shelley's cats sat there . . . thinking up ways to get even . . .

Your odometer will be subpoenaed . . .

I kid you not . . . it's all about the bike . . .

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So, sad fact, but get used to it, because nothing else is going to happen.
          - Anne Carson

How well did you know him/her? . . .
I didn’t know him/her . . .
Why then the need to act? . . .
the need to deliver lines as if on stage? . . .
I am on hold . . . otherwise . . .
The world erased, rebuilt, erased again . . .

Reminds me of Poe's The Facts in the Case of M. Valdemar . . .
How so? . . .
A mesmerist puts a man in a suspended hypnotic state
at the moment of death . . .
But aren't we all suspended in the here and now
awaiting deportation to the there and then? . . .

Houdini never got back to Bess, yes? . . .
But what about now? . . .
Now? . . . I'm only a pawn in the game . . .
A stretch limo . . . with credits . . .
The idea of closure as afterthought . . .
as incidental . . . lost amid the fourth wall . . .

I tried to follow the directions
but kept getting derailed by the enjambments . . .
to say nothing of the pages . . . and pages of footnotes . . .
Have no idea why I felt compelled to continue . . .
I guess it has something to do with where I’ve been . . .
A clue perhaps in the first few lines? . . .

You float above an empty amphitheater . . .
slough-off chance encounters . . .
with reenacters . . .
You hope to make a series of short films
inspired by Anne Carson’s comment that
the best one can hope for as a human

is to have a relationship with that emptiness
where God would be if God were available . . .
You return to the original wording . . .
The line-breaks have yellowed . . .
Impossible to draw the curtains . . .
This much you allow . . .

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The pattern of liking should have tipped you off . . .
A long bout of solitude
wrestling on what Mallarmé called the bony wing
only to arrive at the Pop-Up Shop of Pure Reason . . .
Irrelevant, your Honor . . .
This is all in writing, yes? . . .
The declensions . . . the alterations . . .
Insidious, but then . . .
demythologizing the odyssey . . .
à la Maggie Nelson in Bluets:
[It] worked well because he is a passive top
and I am an active bottom . . .
You have encumbered your SUV . . . and your script
with encrustations . . .
the elements of which remain just beyond your assignment . . .
yet you continue to entice players
with your absentmindedness
and hoop skirt . . . hoping for a shot at Reality TV . . .

David Benoliel

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You're driving the bus . . . and texting . . .
flirting with alternatives . . . in graphology and museology . . .
taking back roads for all they're worth . . .
breadcrumbing a false route for trolls
back to The Holy Roman Empire . . .
Can you handle the asymmetry? . . .
the inconsistencies? . . .
Can you distance yourself from those
quibbling over insignificance? . . .
No need to reload the camera, yes? . . .
You're on record for covers
for begin-agains
for setting up a kiosk in a trailer park
outside of Atlantic City . . .
and you have been written up for quilting your odyssey . . .
complete with blue lights, dampeners, and (un)dressers . . .
Let's reshoot the conflict and resolution scene, OK? . . .
I know you would have expected a humidifier . . .
but that's for later . . . in the series . . .
after the backers bail . . .
Why bother with circumlocution now . . .
when there are oodles of others . . . chomping at the bit? . . .

Kate Barry