Jeff's Jumboday October - November 1996 Notebooks

Some green drawings with a stencilled R
a bit of blue; some black; a squiggle or two
light green pale green forest green cross-hatch
don't think so much about it; The Fear:
and loneliness : the School for Idiots.
Drawn from Memory: The Woods
robust black lines; double arrows
putting up with Winter
prayers for normal weather for whispers for fog
for stills for stays for stamps for leaves
up the hill to Armstrong Woods; about 2.1 miles

in SF: timesheets due
phone calls of KK3 were taken and delivered
KK3 in 25E x2861 10:00 25W x2831
need time line
phones: Osler; Lippetz
Pitney Bowes
get doc to Rhonda J
brother Frank

Peach Tea
Casserole/tuna
Pugliese bread
channel surfer
too negatively self-effacing
Wanted:
night riders
heavy snuggling
32-33 waist -- 35/36 inseam
preference for artistic clutter
loves washing dishes;
adorable would be just about perfect

soft cotton sweatshirts

agreeing - favorably

in SF: the least important day seems important --
all vapid
beauty about me.
he says you're too negatively self-effacing
indescribably delicious I say he is
ferocious -- ly
boring with compulsive personality

49, basically opinionated
difficult to "get"
tantrum prone
essentially a letter of
the alphabet

don't go backwards in books
do I or does my body remember everyone
everywhere

taking delight in despair --

shoots & sprouts --

blackberry fences --

looking at vast
space way in back
yet to be used

tempered
excitement
contained

composite heap
compost heap
no bones or milk

goofy grins
all over the place
always trying to remember

Basic structures will remain:
Cabins
larger dining hall
bold movements
scaled to the woods

use a similar architectural scheme --
an expansion
almost homage
to the original designers and layout of the place
cutting the back lawn
took all morning --
grass still dew --
red lawn mower
discover a power drive
when work's half-done

many names to begin
many others waiting
your name here

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O Please Peter:

lull him nuzzle him lumbar
lull him liquid luscious loom
back to home lounge Lethe he
Na Leethe Bhi
O Peter Please:

pleasing Peter with a quarter
with a dollar with a shower full
of creamy (having) giggles & thigh

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having your way with Mr. Gray

Goodbye to the days that were
Goodbye to the night

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mind everywhere
playing briefly
upon her discovery
Calliope sniffed
her food
looked keenly intent around
for you
She was the oldest and wisest of the Muses.

To refer back
What a Warm
& Willing Participant
He Proved

looking shocked
then answering always
with a question

then all that hubbub about
opening a
can of worms

& in an odd
way remained in
my suit --
with agreement --

yes - yes
I'll - accept
that - Steve
perfect - each
word - each
time - he
spoke - my
name

like that --
Briefly in love and through a huge
revision of tears

his hair's cut
as close as mine
fuzzy

French Photographers
express the unsayable
with flashlights

there must be a story
about closing the gate on me
even as I approached and said:

I or him or you
say or he said I said
they said

difficult groves of bamboo
a treacherous weed to a
serious gardner
best left subdued &
shadowy jade
bamboo

crying by the pool
the stream flows down the slope
in winter
with fury

winter deep
water in winter
living
there
with a
purpose
&
place

read Pindar
the power of language
to express whatever we please
or is that Pinter
I can't be sure
ooo's and aahhh's

in walks
R --
phone rings --
he's home --
wish him
happy birthday

Tantra --
he says
I say --
o please --
it's more
than -- that

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Linear Confusion

Tuesday
the tender terrible lies
aches & complaints
& tonight Avalo is frisky

on the Blue
trisecting angle; a simple
example of implicit faith

words and a single image
Pantone 3 in 1 pen
a self-defeating argument

send MWelles $50 - due Tuesday
where are my shoes
in need of adventure

I am not a role model
Bamboo Beware
how is October possible

October chill in the Air
we just don't know how
to talk to our son

bamboo doors
bamboo windows
bamboo up close

warm gloves
scarves or mittens
mittens & scarves

painting bamboo with Pantone pens
the wind is about to rise
describing circles in water

Fencing
you can't play with his emotions
thrust into him warrior-like

wars in one's soul
bamboo & redwood
Mason with his fingers loved

pig-headed
like his father
a hundred years ago

stubborn
constrain someone from
doing something

he'll never
amount
to nothin'

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wolves
wabbits
cats galore
consider someone or
something

get paperclips
consult with someone
about something

call Sally & Kirsten --
Sally in Seattle
paint that canvas maroon

write Adam -- about
Tennesse Williams or is it
William Carlos Williams

an autumn moment
autumnal shades
walnuts
filberts
thanksgiving
captain kangaroo
turkey
macy's day parade
fall
red
change
Thomas Wolfe
assassination

Opera Robert Ashley:
sometimes in chanting
monks will land upon
a note

stop an experience
stop an experience from happening?
a place
a person
rhapsodize memory
in imagination

stopping for
Melisma
gives the soul
its reason
for being

the nature of Acedia
between
gravity & grace
that time
around 3 to 5
in the afternoon

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Our Town

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feasible
sizable
fear

listen to Ashley's
perfect lives
in the kitchen

bathing in shower
soap everywhere
Our Town
on
TV

"music
come into the world
to
give pleasure"

"art thou weary"
"art thou languid"

"isn't the moonlight
terrible"

common sense
in syncopation

pomegrante moon
apple moon
pumpkin moon
nervous: moon

the O's of October

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abrupt changes

Balance:

strangers. nothing all together
but naked or nude or terror or
tears or healthy or heat or heart
or afraid or books

news raps:
words & phantasies and emotions
& things like that
to figure out

chased by an angel in army boots

construction outside
crews rebuilding the Civic Center
planning for 1998

2000 you'll be 54
a mere 4 years
a mirrored life --

memory's a photocopy of the
original

mother gibbs
they're going --

eternal where?

one dare not whisper
for fear of missing

a word --

a hush & then
the evening stars:

when does this feeling
go away : feeling strange
here

legacies
grants
powers of attorney
who will take care of me:
Fear

50/50 turning 50
watching
My Neighbor Totoro

old enough to be the president
or as old as Bill Clinton
without a career

banging bursts of drums
beauty over bridges
brave girls shy boys

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billie holiday
was more functional
than you are

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A swirl of negative
self-effacing words
says a haunted
Mason Waller:

tempting me
hoping for tears

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bathtub boys
who sincerely invite
the sound of your voice

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fresh first air
chill early blinded by
ghosts & acorns

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hating so deep he sobs

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Charles always coy when he
wants something from me, says:
If you're ever lost on Mt Shasta should I phone?

---- email Robert: we all miss you. I think Mason the most

call everyone for Sunday

pretend to be curious about sex
when the deeper doubts occur

expiate dreams

feelin' something special
in the air

Juliet Prowse on TV
Paseo Robles
where the man shines by
attracting the woman
in dance

Smoothely

the couple in stripes

ballroom dancing as an olympic sport

stone bodies
torn bodies
taped bodies
under plastic
beauty pinned
held
perfect
chaos
formulas

the Catharsis of 1996.
visual
how
activated
placed
raw exhibition looms -- hot
sensational show of
eager to share wonder

Michael K
gets distant
when he gets closest

Giotto
is the conclusion
of a long effort: blue

the magnificent chant
of November: close before
December

notice the O's
the sculupted R's
the glorious U's

would you
help me on
with my coat?

the cold is yet to penetrate
his sleep deepens
darkens opens

-- Jeff Wietor

Journey by Rain : Guerneville

Five AM
Saturday
has it's own life:
Indigo/Prussian Blue
Skies
Gray clouds pre-dawn splendor
Is it March 31 or April 1
without a calendar

travelling conversation:
kids can't get loans --
and then these kids
pay all that money --
and then can't get a job --
and they don't help them
find a marketable major --
it's awful I don't see
why kids are going
to school --
a lot of them aren't
well informed --

rain flecks on car window
rain beads; rain fuzzy
rain drizzles; rain designs

you have to shop around
you have to see what area
you can stand
there're no jobs in anthropology --
she didn't like mosquitoes --
she's going in for teaching --
you think it's a question of money
you have to get experience

palm tree silhouette morning sky --
how busy it is
an oak tree in the middle of a grassy field
you have to fight for a degree
green rolling hills
clumps of trees
morning sky silver
it's beautiful
what's that famous school back east?

street lights fluorescent yellow
a chemically bright yellow
stark red lights off the highway
it shows you it's a complex issue
memories of motion:
train rides : lights in the night
lights in the middle of night
lights along the night
light within the night
we pass an orange van
rich color saturation of color
she knew how to ask the right questions
without antagonizing anyone
she got a job

eye to eye with the sky
morning light -- travelling
North
sunlight years away
now she's looking for something else
looking
East
trying to make a name for herself
she's very independent
even though she doesn't share anything with me.

sky changing gray
sky changing clear --
light blue
not in my head blue

the world is an enormous complex

that's pretty neat
wow
she rents out property
she won't rent to me
I was kept out

East it's pink East it's gray
it's a movmement weekend
it's private

I forget
I have forgotten
I forgot
if I be forgotten

Exit Signs
Highway Signs
Blue Signs

he's so alive but
how do you keep
it alive for

the Audience

: Subject: a tough subject
:to do an artistic film:
of a "tough subject" :
very hard

I like film
I like making them --
what's a
tough subject

we can imagine we
hear the
dead can dance
sky light gray

6:09 am
it's still Saturday
the whistle blower
risked everything

the questioner didn't ask
the right questions

I think we need to see other people.

Impressions of travelling North:
we're moving into the
fog the Big Dark --
Rain Clouds - the
W. Sierra Avenue
Rohnert Park exit
Richard Misrach photo of gray sky
North Gray
gray rain slick
heavy rain
thick dense
strong rain
pelting windshield

Santa Rosa Blvd
the green sign

Todd Road

Rain: heavy at times
Rain: it's up for grabs
Rain: I like developing things
Rain: I don't crowd people
Rain: read an autobiography of Gloria Swanson
Rain: she was an incredible woman

6:14 am
pronouns
she got 5 scientists out of
Germany to invent things we
needed

she just did it through her connections

Los Robles Lodge

Rain: still falls.
brightly

6:18 am
he just took the moment and made
an opportunity out of it

6:19 am
I can help in certain ways

Fulton Drive going right
then life
back road that ambience

going into the woods
the forest feel the vinyards
then to the left the forest ahead

meanings: I am who I am
I am becoming what I wish to become

being &/or becoming
these are words that can matter
may matter volitional matter
will matter

6:25 am
overarching trees
brief tunnel of trees

blue sky break
conversational breaks in the weather

vegetation; thickness alongside the road
dense green; John Constable Romantic Green
more densely green; playing chess
with the sky green; a sense of seclusion
green so you can see what's happening green;
there are no jobs so you have to
create work for people.

6:30 am
there's probably a structure
we're not aware of

can you tell
we've made good time?

the river's high
high up the banks
high water flowing thick gray
some white water gray flowing
high up the sides of the banks


they don't throw people out
they may have to give it up
they develop the people
they have given him challenges
they're not trying to use you up
they bet on him
they went back there
they visited them
they took him around
they're way faster than we are

6:36 am

they're inclusive
they can't walk away from their history
they're trying to be socially conscious
they there,
there they . . .
their
the . . . the . . .
Rusian River ahead
river sacred songs
Armstrong River Road
the rhythm of the song kept them going
(Copper Woman)

6:48 am
arrival - fog - rain drips from leaves
from pine needles
what did they do?
fish

S-Curves travel river curves black birds swoop
fog - light choir
of frogs

Cabin 6



Fulcanelli
the mystery of cathedrals
sound installation
sound insulation
below 125 hz - rid
knocking out frequency
piano in room acoustically silent
octaves; Sony headphones

good judgement comes from experience
experience comes from bad judgement
m twain

your name here:
Dionysius the Areopagite
The Celestial Hierarchy
That every divine illumination, while going forth with love in various ways to the objects of its forethought, remains one. Nor is this all: it also unifies the things illuminated.

Project: Lighthouse Moments
spells and wonders of the Castle of Dampierre

Discovery 15th Century
Disciples of Hermes
Veiled Essence Higher
Machicholated conical
Loggia
Romanesque 1545 - 46
history verbal picture
paint history
historical weight
stones; red wash
dried blood and gold
insignia
secret symbolic science
building mix gossip with secrets
excellent memory
per. per seVere
pers. persevere
H.
Castle - alchemically
SE.COGNSTRE.ESTRE.ET.NON.PARESTRE

tO kNOW oNESELF, tO bE & tO nOT sHOW OFF.
P. 292

Study:
DAT JVSTVS FRENA SVPERBIS

The Just Dampens the Proud One

how

my "L" sign/insignia/emblem
with crown: to mean projection : : gold
that is alchemically produced gold

alchemical myth
adam & eve

not unknown in the ancient world:
much in common with Brancusi's Endless Column and
Table of Silence

Have you ever thought about the invevitable consequences
which are to result from unlimited progress?

Have you ever thought about the invevitable consequences
which are to result from limited progress?

Have you ever thought about the invevitable consequences
which are to result from no progress?

PROPRIIS.PEREO.PENNIS

Image: Medieval
Image: Alchemy
Image: Castle XXV

Michael Maier: Alchemical Quadrature
17th Century hermeticist & Physician
determine relationships
Atalanta Fugiens: The Flying Atalanta
or
Philosophical Emblems
of the
Secrets of Nature
(determined relationships)

Alain Danielou: Music & The Power of Sound
Is there --
musical --
the music

Interest:
Medieval. Alchemy.
Christian. Stone.
Masons. Objects.
Traverse. Visit.
Sounds. Gold.
Copper. Anthracite.
Ivory. Cymatics.

Yard Stick segments
rearrange the segments
you still measure a yard

If the cathedrals
were built
according to
we'll say
higher knowledge
they'd have to (be
built) express
certain definite
numerical relationships.
Those relationships
(the structure) are to
be found in
the Just Octave.
(perhaps)
laws/rules
sound & form = Cymatics

sound medieval objects
mystery tableaus
feels like an interval
lunch
do/es

AFTERNOON

frogs ventriloquist
rain puddles pine tree
drip light / rain

idea of Celestial Hierarchies
Medieval sculptures
Saint Denis
panel 8
Medieval Poetry
look into
in building
decorative non-decorative
sculpture
signs of fire
sings of water
sings of earth
signs of air
(triangles of . . )

from 400 a.d. to 15th century
Goodbye to All That . .
A History of Pagan Europe: Prudence Jones
Barbara Tuchman: A Distant Mirror
Robert Graves: The White Goddess
Henry Adams: MONT SAINT MICHEL AND CHARTRES
abracadabra G = 7th
Architecture used to convey ideas: secular
sacred
Cloud of Unknowing;
Evelyn Underhill; Gargoyles; worth looking into

light coming out of
Saint Denis
Abbot Suger
images salvation
rejuvenate
1st ideas : Dionysis Areopagite
worth looking
into

Ron Fricke : Chronos
Steve has images of Celestial Harmony
Image/Likeness
go simple
Shamans, mystics, doctors

5:11 pm
close day
sun setting
evening ideas
group intelligence
to learn
how to coax something forward
inner/outer/question

5:23 pm
relationships to forest sunshine
learning to find a language
shakespeare actors prisoners
Mistletoe grows in clumps
trees without leaves mistletoe grows



Mistletoe is a misunderstood plant. Although most people think of it as a parasite, it is only partially parasitic, or a “semiparasite”. Note that the stems and leaves of the mistletoe plant are green, thus it does produce some of its own chlorophyll. Therefore it makes some of its own food. It becomes more parasitic, however, whenever there is a drought--then the mistletoe will take water away from its host at the host’s expense. Mistletoe dies if its host dies

she mentions Spanish Moss in the trees of Oregon

stopping: Sebastopol
Whole Foods : :
youth, beauty, money, hippie leftover
children, pretty children in flowing clothes
look drugged on some sort of newfangled something
or other I can't tell but guess: happy hippie
money hugs grass or irish stew warm food and
scones (or mistletoe)

why does the sight of big mistletoe
balls intrigue me: faux nests
she looks
she talks
the evening
now long lines of light
coming and going

the day
like
Fred Astaire
practicing
his dance

the realization:
we're all having trouble
organizing our things
our lives
our treasured
treasures
our objects
our inevitable

disappearance
into
rain
into
light
into
earth
into
air

-- Jeff Wietor

The Amoral Descent Into Today Begins with Homer

Prize beauty --
Paris chose this last
for his gift:

an urgent need to
study himself
as the compassionate other

Paris himself:
so often
represented
sent
wanted
misunderstood
urged
appeased
received
inquired of
missed

pronounced

probably
Paris wanted
to spare
to send
to mistake
to feel

probably
Paris wanted
to taste
to sacrifice
to announce sexual appetite

probably
Paris wanted
the great artist
to sing of
his arms
his hands
his thighs

probably
Paris wanted
to detect
to approach
to form
to feel the point
of danger
to have
a human
lover

as of
bleating ewes
that hear the
cries
of their
lambs

preferring
within
to without
to doubt
ensues

-- Jeff Wietor

Casting Call

Emily: Oh, Mama, look at me one minute as though you really saw me. Mama, fourteen years have gone by. I'm dead. You're a grandmother, Mama! Wally's dead, too. His appendix burst on a camping trip to North Conway. We felt just terrible about it - don't you remember? But, just for a moment now we're all together. Mama, just for a moment we're happy. Let's really look at one another!...I can't. I can't go on.It goes so fast. We don't have time to look at one another. I didn't realize. So all that was going on and we never noticed. Take me back -- up the hill -- to my grave. But first: Wait! One more look. Good-bye , Good-bye world. Good-bye, Grover's Corners....Mama and Papa. Good-bye to clocks ticking....and Mama's sunflowers. And food and coffee. And new ironed dresses and hot baths....and sleeping and waking up. Oh, earth,you are too wonderful for anybody to realize you. Do any human beings ever realize life while they live it--every,every minute?

Stage Manager: No. (pause) The saints and poets, maybe they do some.

Emily: I'm ready to go back.

-- Thornton Wilder

Desk Notes: March 20 - 24

Speaking in Tongues/Vibrations; Call Cathryn E, call John M; copy To Live Within; Rain; spring arrives; rain in the morning, heavy at times, rain; dripple drips bring bobby knipple grade school recollections -- who's body of work is slowly beginning to emerge, today?; question the times; question "not a discussion" "not a dialogue" not a what not a that not a this but what happens happens happening now not not examples; example of Harold Budd: the piece with a lot of piano; a porcupine society; now silence or unquiet; tell it to the Unborn.

Speaking in Tongues; possible email from David Wednesday mayeremail@overtheresomewhere.com coffee Komodo Starbucks, now you're all caught up; "A Vente?" "Yo, just gimmee a big cuppa Jo!!", no rain sunlight Faithless Pandora; it's happening now not then nor then either but not now either but not now either; go to Asphodel for those tickets; Hecq, Bad Karma, Into the Unseen

Gardner McKay Adventures in Paradise; we're going to go with him; call me at 11:14 today; playing on the porch the TV on Adventures in Paradise - is he really running through a jungle paradise nude or is he just naked running through leaves? hula sunshine warm outside today gather ye sunshine in your ukelele or stay tuned to hula hot boy blend bands; String stories, threads: stay tuned to collaborations nickel plated shine over on the window walled glass lined topsy turvey twang -- they there. Call me: noonish. The simple boy produced a dramatic strumming chord on the ukelele; all . . . hula-hula boy ukeleles . . . Dorothy Sayers said the campers brought gramophones overwhelmed with WOW concertinas or ukeleles; I'll come in barefoot, ukelele, these are cold hard times; I'll come in with a clean face and he can just start; logic and lust; Born Slippy; Moby; Ecstatic Claims; Hi Scores, Boards of Canada; Elliott; False Cathedrals, electric cello, ecstatic musical times; a clarinet; you see something new a Yale boy thrills and cries; melodious cadence of the hula song; superstitious rambling thoughts; a ukelele; Wizards of the Ukelele; Under Control: the Strokes; Shall we note Brad; Bell; noticing Brad; the object of 1976: just say Clipper Street, 472. sounds like the title of a story; Clipper Street anecdotes; ukelele; moments of reprove; repeat; Shoob,E: Bola; biting into him with a lathered hand; combining over him my needs his eyes his hair your you glowing; Vicious Traditions; The Veils -- Runaway; The Runaway Found; Find your way out of this one; Brad Bell -- Beautiful elusive nobody beauty; the phones for you; find your way out of this one; occupied with beauty; Travis; stick it in the back, put it over there, here take this; drought; weather; don't allow for his fatigued nasty TV habits; hardwood floors in the middle of the night; the invitation to watch him roam naked nakedly through the apartment in the moonlight lit hardwood floors walking in his sleep wide-awake looking for his dream in his dreams coming with his dreams searching for his backpack, his cigarettes his "I don't want to go on dreaming" dreams his Beautiful Occupation of his next starring roll; his roaming through life in search of hunger; Two Conversations -- Appleseed Cast -- I'll always love you, I’ll always be your friend; I hold this letter B; Sitting here just watching Squirrels; B. Fleischmann; The Humbucking Coil; didn’t I treat you right? Didn’t I do my best didn’t I give you everything; Golden Brass Summit; Brass Bands of Serbia; God Complex; why you wanna leave me baby? Capitain Troy I love you! be my fire place I got the wood; wildnight.

Lyrics Born; Hieroglyphics; Los Amigos Invisibles
That's what you get when you fall in love
I'll never fall in love
again

Gone Girl; cello, oboe, guitar, languidly yet limping limpidly the long Friday, violin, viola, even oboes have their memories don't they? do they; if you had the ability to compete in the Olympics, what event would you want to be in? you spoke to me in a way; it feels so cold to be alive; so robbed of forgetfulness;

Zodiacal Lights are like a dagger into the darkness over Hawaii: where is the pink dress where is the punk shirt where is the possiblity of knowing him? you can't possibly know him he's been dead since 1985; hardly seems a year since twenty years passed; new music and hardwood floors; we listened to the radio; KSAN. KSAN when it was live djs and fresh rock open live and driven everyday all day all night too;

she's wearing an eclectic blend of textures -- boistrous jovial "we all needed that" dressed alike, down to the shoes, good time had by one and all by one and all; Circus Contraption.com you can find out all about them. how 'bout some chances to see a whole lot of movies? King Kong is at the Red Vic; is that the one about gay marriage? no, I think you're thinking of Confederate States of America.

The Humbucking Coil is a schizophrenic apparatus. A pick-up that eliminates the guitar's usual interferences, its white noise, just by means of doubling them. Two electromagnetic coils turn each other mute. What solely remains is the pure sound of the vibrating string. And that what is done with this single sound.

Bernhard Fleischmann named his latest album after the roughly 50-year-old Humbucking Coil. As old as modern pop music: the pick-up, not the artist. And Bernhard Fleischmann has taken an electronically amplified guitar. This happened for a first, a curious time. The Humbucking Coil has become an open, breathing album. Rather soundbox than hard disk.

Being part of a process that has become visible in different moments on his previous album Welcome Tourist already. In between, and last year, there was the project duo 505, developed together with Herbert Weixelbauer. There the groovebox (Roland 505), here the amplified guitar (Humbucking Coil), there the micro levels of clicks and cuts, here the warmth of an old valve driven microphone. Vibraphone, piano, guitar, they all come together in a still electronic context. The album's cover, this graphic strictness on an ivory fond; a visual quotation of jazz that gets on very well with the music inside.

Happiness

So early it's still almost dark out.
I'm near the window with coffee,
and the usual early morning stuff
that passes for thought.
When I see the boy and his friend
walking up the road
to deliver the newspaper.
They wear caps and sweaters,
and one boy has a bag over his shoulder.
They are so happy
they aren't saying anything, these boys.
I think if they could, they would take
each other's arm.
It's early in the morning,
and they are doing this thing together.
They come on, slowly.
The sky is taking on light,
though the moon still hangs pale over the water.
Such beauty that for a minute
death and ambition, even love,
doesn't enter into this.
Happiness. It comes on
unexpectedly. And goes beyond, really,
any early morning talk about it.

-- Raymond Carver

"Born Slippy" - Lyrics

Drive boy dog boy dirty numb angel boy
In the doorway boy she was a lipstick boy
She was a beautiful boy and tears boy
And all in your innerspace boy you had
Hands girl boy and steel boy you had
Chemicals boy I’ve grown so close to you
Boy and you just groan boy she said
Comeover comeover she smiled at you boy.

Let your feelings slip boy but never your mask boy
Random blonde bio high density rhythm blonde boy
Blonde country blonde high density
You are my drug boy you’re real boy speak to me
And boy dog dirty numb cracking boy
You get wet boy big big time boy
Acid bear boy babes and babes and babes and
Babes and babes and remembering nothing boy.
You like my tin horn boy and get wet like an angel.
Derail.

You got a velvet mouth you’re so succulent and beautiful
Shimmering and dirty wonderful and hot times
On your telephone line and God and everything
On your telephone and in walk an angel.
And look at me your mom squatting pissed in
A tube hole at Tottenham Court
Road I just come out of the ship
Talking to the most blonde I ever met.
Shouting
Lager lager lager lager shouting
Lager lager lager lager shouting
Lager lager lager shouting
Mega mega white thing mega mega white thing
Mega mega white thing mega mega shouting
Lager lager lager lager mega mega white thing
Mega mega white thing
So many things to see and do in the tube hole
True blonde going back to Romford
Mega mega mega going back to Romford
Hi mom are you having fun and now are you on
Your way to a new tension headache

-- Underworld

Entertaining Mr. Sloane

Entertaining Mr. Sloane - Joe Orton

The Forgotten Dialect Of The Heart

How astonishing it is that language can almost mean,
and frightening that it does not quite. Love, we say,
God, we say, Rome and Michiko, we write, and the words
get it all wrong. We say bread and it means according
to which nation. French has no word for home,
and we have no word for strict pleasure. A people
in northern India is dying out because their ancient
tongue has no words for endearment. I dream of lost
vocabularies that might express some of what
we no longer can. Maybe the Etruscan texts would
finally explain why the couples on their tombs
are smiling. And maybe not. When the thousands
of mysterious Sumerian tablets were translated,
they seemed to be business records. But what if they
are poems or psalms? My joy is the same as twelve
Ethiopian goats standing silent in the morning light.
O Lord, thou art slabs of salt and ingots of copper,
as grand as ripe barley lithe under the wind's labor.
Her breasts are six white oxen loaded with bolts
of long-fibered Egyptian cotton. My love is a hundred
pitchers of honey. Shiploads of thuya are what
my body wants to say to your body. Giraffes are this
desire in the dark. Perhaps the spiral Minoan script
is not laguage but a map. What we feel most has
no name but amber, archers, cinnamon, horses, and birds.

-- Jack Gilbert

Notes of a Weekend: February 26, 2006

I have never received a letter from anyone living in Tanzania.
There's a man on TV reading a letter from someone living in Tanzania.
The letter from someone in Tanzania is a little out of sync.
The letter, a little out of sync, sounds distinguished.

The tone of the letter from someone in Tanzania being read by a man on TV sounds like a doctor wearing dirty boots or a witch painted with lipstick.

All my life you've been America's favorite hamburger
and now you want to be my dad?!

INTERABANG
was the name of a bookstore in Milwaukee.

Damon Wayans is extremely hot! five nights a week.

Today for a while longer for me is but probably by the time you read this was February 26, 2006: event-wise, mostly it rained and I took five or six cat naps.

All the men in the Ulti-meat commercial look like gay woodsmen: big overexposed boy-men who more likely than not have sold their souls to the devil to prevent aging in the wrong spots.

I don't want him awake. He'll wake up fifty years in the future. I am experiencing certain recent memories while I am watching the man on TV reading the letter from a man in Tanzania.

February 24th was a few days ago and like a rose petal has recently floated down the river (of time)-- but you knew that, like Of Time and The River --

Once upon a time February 24th was a warm day. It's a sentence but it's also itis: Today. it surrounded by four lines is itisit or ItsIt a cookie with ice cream.
and it had to be you. or Baby It's You

most of the Tractatus is a tough cookie or
tough nut or a little
girl with a button nose that kicks butt
confident & extraordinary
not limited to propositions of natural science
or even saying what can be said --
but does say something metaphysical

heavy storms threatened
the Fat Tuesday events

Following a thought
going after a thought
so soon
too soon
so soon before I'm
too soon

mystery writers follow things: Pica or Elite

When we ordinarily follow : with closed eyes
theater, taboo, she it is, it is he, he am I.

I thought of Anthony this weekend and spent a lot of time
tracking Bakelite pencil sharpeners on eBay -- Yow! expensive.



She
over there sleeps
mattress mate
drums
sun light
sunlight window
opening

The Way: a series of colorful designs with Caran d/Ache wax crayons: two shades of gray, olive green touch of black and lots of pencil work: Mechanical Pencil
Sanford SPIKE 1.1mm lead. rare.

beyond immediate
deeper motivation
Wittgenstein, no charge, hey baby what's shaken
holds theories that
makes subject or experience
primary
are all
nonsense

can you imagine
yourself
falling asleep and
waking up
fifty years in the future?

painful isn't it.
or exciting.

I spent the weekend misfiring attempts to say something
where nothing can be said

I dreamed of making love with Frank Ramsey, and I emphasized.

I can feel the pain, the innocence; this could be a trap
you've got to get out of here. that makes me sane.
you've got to stop fighting it. you've got to accept that.

+

you ask me why nitrogen nodules cling to roots
and say why love, love
you would

most of the propositions
like coffee shops serve scones
and 7th Heaven starts at Eight
and Pumpkin, I'd rather not carry the extra weight
and look closely at your hand to see the future
and nobody teaches the future like we do
and extend the moment into the night at Cache Creek
and fill your pockets with next Sunday
and for god's sake accept the fact New Orleans is a Dead City
and actors don't talk with their face but speak through their mouths
and avoid answering the phone when it rings
and we experience our sensation but speak of objects
and the world does not alter
but comes to an end
culminate in a simple state:

I've been there but like
being unable to remember when I
(precisely)
played my last game of Tic Tac Toe
only know now:

Secondary events:
1983
phones still rang
we ate popcorn at Thrillers
such & stuff & this & that
& skin and shoes
Norwegian loafers

path
gate
open
run
run
run



I plan a series of
grids with simple statements of dots and
X forms and pencil etches

make a few test drawings and work up to
a world that does
not alter
but comes
to an end --

a series of Xs and Os
while the phone rings

I also spend much of the weekend
thinking about picturing
or at best envisioning
the proper F in February
the more stylized F like a cactus
or finding rhymes that sound
natural and exciting for knucklehead

it's language itself that casts doubt

the world we live in is the world
of sense-data
but the world we
talk about is the
world of
physical objects

I wish I didn't know
about time,
can't be said.



PROPOSITIONS:
1. statements about direct observation
2. an ensemble cast
3. join some newcomers.
4. learn to forgive but not enough to trust others
5. whenever you come around family you can find love
6. people will believe anything if it sounds right even if it's wrong.
7. you've got to remember death is an event we don't live through

mutemath
is a perfect name
for a rock and roll band
because it's graphically pure

observation propositions to
two-dimensional sections through a hypothetical
three-dimensional body
is a certain way to express emotional tension

Build then Release:
draw water, boil water pour water over tea leaves

what a beautiful building that is on TV
alive with the flavor of nature

ANZU
Tansu
shake

bamboo leaf.
cherry blossoms in sake
mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm
for goodness sake

In 1920 the sky had a new story to tell
a clear statement is the best question.
Chess: going quietly mad
levels of

They're all over 2 meters
with Flat Stomachs
rowers from a British University.

a note of his construal

nonsense: to believe in anything not given in experience.

The Smartones
semitone psychopaths
Benny & the Jets
how big a mug I am
exactly
make sense.
must.
primary
phenomenal world of experience
Secondary: physical world of material objects

hustle or electric slide
penny loafers or bell bottoms

articulate the structure of the primary world:
articulate the structure of Experience
articulate the structure of
Primary World
articulate the structure of experience
Structure of Experience
what a joy
what happened
what a joy: the attempted: what happened
attempt

I was lost I was found
I was a Japanese floral arrangement
Structure: Invisible

set out to articulate the
structure of the Primary World (Experience)

a paradoxical place
where our ordinary concepts
of Objects
Causality
Self & Temporality
no longer apply

make your expectation of what happens
later
with the structural model: Now

make your expectations of what happens
with structural model of now
Now.

the Structure of Now. what is invisibly holding
events together

Immediate Experience & physical propositions we produce
e.g. marks on a page, vibrations in the air

"I don't know my way about."

our language has an underlying
structure; philosophy elucidates that structure

there's no debating truth
as a matter of fact.


Part Two


I never met
I feel I just
Feel complete
feel completely
flat

red tape
reduce
rein
rain

don't use
the word:
always

arrangements

what you hear of
what you know of

Bakelite Scotty Dog
Pencil Sharpener
hypnotic plastic

Swiss Hermes Streaming Video
Online new AT&T delivered
Hi How ya doin
Called down to the #5
I've got to take this other call
Vintage Green Scotty Dog Figural
Pencil Sharpener -- Bakelite
Red Yellow Orange Butterscotch
Learn the Secret of Making Millions
Stop Dreaming Start Doing Call Now
Double Your Refund or a Million Other Prizes
Emphasize Prices Emphasize Prizes Emphasize Emphasize
What's a matter you seem a little down
Well maybe not down -- reflective



Two months ago: Christmas day
Sanford 1.1mm lead SPIKE drawings on white paper

What a Face!
Ace hat

Why did you ----
I couldn't wake you ----
Meet the Deedles ---
Paul Walker's new movies
you can't keep facing your demons
you have to run away eventually

Pierre Cardin mechanical pencil.
Huge hugs
I got this drip

Tom Welling what is
ordinary I'd never imagine him there
of all people
I knew you'd understand
If I were anyone else's son
there's more to opera than singing
I don't want you making a hasty instinctual move
good to have you back, son
it's not the place
it's the face

purgatory mansion

I made my way into one of the broken wings

you certainly have arranged the sky well

I was confused

you weren't yourself

I chose to let that part of my self out

I wanted this so much

I'm not -- this will never stay put

Conversational Incense

Chat cat I is a pronoun
ego's a subject

we fail to be struck by what once
seen is most striking and powerful

a couple of storms coming in from the artic
and from the sub-tropics

rain producer: hot and cold

Winter's Returning

New Orleans on the news.
someone tell them: the city's
broken, the flesh of the body of the city's been destroyed
it's covered in mold the structures demolished
full of worms and rotting dogs and cats
roses have been ripped up the humidity's chewing
what's left into decay; the city's food for Mother Nature

when that happens to a body it's called a dead body

the vegetation which took four hundred years to grow
is gone
tangled mold dissolution storms and clouds and wind coming in

hanging on to Indigo.

the music diaspora has begun

you can rebuild but you can't revive what was
what was is no longer there and
fabricating what was is called
not the same thing not the same at all not at all
the city has passed into a thousand thousand thousand dispersed memories
no one wants to say so they just say
we can have it back
they can't have it back in this life time
in the next life time or the next or the next.
the clouds and the wind are indigo.


Part Three



50 foot Calvin Klein
underwear ad

problem: sadistic, bitter, empty
hide your money in a teapot
what is it gonna take

what if they
Peter Gray
be fearless and call today
I lost him in the sun
our pride gets us talking
favorite bartenders I have known

there's no "J" in Hebrew
no J sound

who took the photo

do you know what the word
manifests

means

he's a sensation
a real reconciliation

I'll buy you a cashmere coat.

they want to do:

Variance
Emulations
Revellings

Longsuffering
temperance
affections &
Lusts

levels of bingo
levels of being

Ananda, don't eat the blanket, ok?
don't eat the bulls and bears
ok?
don't eat the dollar sign, ok?
don't eat Sunday Morning,
ok?

everybody's watching

she's been after me.
weeknights at 6
it's not a music video
lives that breed anger
ranked #2 in the country

making them forget the badness
with fatal consequences
ok. safe. overwhelming -- concentration

Matthew 8

they'll make me laugh. harmfully
they'll accept me. sometimes.
don't worry about things. so much.

I still have the rest of my life
ahead
of me

sheep in the midst of wolves

let the dead bury their dead

Beams & Motes
he felt a warm trickle

doeth

Where Did Tonight Begin

-- Jeff Wietor

February 25, 2006

it came and went.
what came and went
came and went.
what melancholy frown came and went
what came and went
went woe
went gone gloom
what came and went
went hard went
away what came went
what inklings went came
went glistening
came and went came
and went again
and went and
came again once
more once more again
quivering
and went wonderful
went and
came floating
easy
swept away
stolen with
mirthful coming and
going
went and
went
and came devoted
devoting an enormous
amount of
time and
energy to
considering
alternative
arrangements:

I have written down all these thoughts as remarks, short paragraphs, of which there is sometimes a fairly long chain about the same subject, while I sometimes make a sudden change, jumping from one topic to another. --It is my intention to bring all this together in a book whose form I picture differently at different times. But the essential thing is that the thoughts should proceed from one subject to another in a natural order and without breaks. My thoughts are crippled if I try to force them in any single direction against their natural inclination.

it came and went.
what came and went
came and went.
what melancholy frown came and went
what came and went
went woe
went gone gloom
what came and went
went hard went
away what came went
what inklings went came
went glistening
came and went came
and went again
and went and
came again once
more once more again
quivering
and went wonderful
went and
came floating
easy
swept away
stolen with
mirthful coming and
going
went and
went
and came devoted
devoting an enormous
amount of
time and
energy to
considering
alternative
arrangements:

whispering attendants


-- Jeff Wietor

Mardi Gras New Orleans

(CNN) -- Chiquita Simms lived in the Gentilly neighborhood of New Orleans until Hurricane Katrina destroyed her home. She and her son evacuated and are now living in Atlanta, Georgia. She explains why she believes the devastated Louisiana seaport should hold off on Mardi Gras events this year. Below are excerpts from a telephone conversation:

I'm not opposed to Mardi Gras -- I love it, I'm born and bred in it. What I am opposed to is my city prioritizing Mardi Gras over its people.

Everywhere you look there are blue roofs -- people are still without proper roofs. The downtown areas are nice, or I should say, they're better. Canal Street is OK; Bourbon Street is functioning; St. Charles Avenue is OK, but that's about it.

When you go into the neighborhoods, there's no housing for people. There is inadequate food, and they couldn't get sponsors because they can't afford the cleanup and the police, and you know, if you can't afford the party, you certainly shouldn't have one.

The mayor's made a comment. ... [Ray Nagin has] said that we can take these two weeks of Mardi Gras as a break from Katrina and take our minds off of it. As an evacuee, I don't ever have the luxury of taking my mind off Katrina until I have my life a little bit more stable.

I think having Mardi Gras sends the false message that our city is OK and that our people are OK, and that's it really going to contribute to our economy. I don't believe that it will.

People are going to probably get mad at me for saying this, but we've been doing Mardi Gras for 149 years prior to this year. This is the 150th anniversary. Our city is the poorest; the education system is horrible; our roads are full of potholes; we have the worst blighted property going.

In 149 years, this event has not benefited the communities that need it, so why would this year benefit them? Is that money going to go to the 9th Ward? You have to tell me how much, you have to show me a plan -- you're going to have to show me how it's going to benefit them this year unlike the last 149 years.

I don't think the city is getting back on its feet. When I went through the city on January 24, I went to the 17th Street levee, the one that breached. There's no one working on it. But when I drive down St. Charles, everybody is making Mardi Gras plans.

You can't tell me that you're rebuilding the city. You don't see any mass efforts or gutting out of houses, and I'm talking about the neighborhoods where people can't afford to do it, like the 9th Ward, which has mass devastation.

Mardi Gras is the tradition that it is, but I think we can live without it this year, [especially] with as much devastation as we've been through and knowing that 70 percent of the city still cannot return to live. I think we can do without it. To hell with tradition, I think we need to deal with what's real.

Instead of holding Mardi Gras, they need to organize. First, get some cohesion with the leadership. They're not even getting along with each other. I think they need to sit down and say, "Hey, everybody messed up from the top to the bottom, now let's look at how we can heal."

They need to show Americans that they are moving forward as leaders instead of being party planners. We need to sit down and stop arguing our private agendas and deal with Washington and get the type of aid that we need.

If we can build a democracy or stay in Iraq until we rebuild that country, then we can rebuild New Orleans. We need to focus on the solution and getting it done, not having a party. It's taken the focus off of what's really wrong with New Orleans.

Wild Gardens Overlooked by Night Lights

Wild gardens overlooked by night lights. Parking
lot trucks overlooked by night lights. Buildings
with their escapes overlooked by lights


They urge me to seek here on the heights
amid the electrical lighting that self who exists,
who witnesses light and fears its expunging,


I take from my wall the landscape with its water
of blue color, its gentle expression of rose,
pink, the sunset reaches outward in strokes as the west wind
rises, the sun sinks and color flees into the delicate
skies it inherited,
I place there a scene from "The Tale of the Genji."


An episode where Genji recognizes his son.
Each turns his face away from so much emotion,
so that the picture is one of profiles floating
elsewhere from their permanence,
a line of green displaces these relatives,
black also intervenes at correct distances,
the shapes of the hair are black.


Black describes the feeling,
is recognized as remorse, sadness,


black is a headdress while lines slant swiftly,
the space is slanted vertically with its graduating
need for movement,

Thus the grip of realism has found
a picture chosen to cover the space
occupied by another picture
establishing a flexibility so we are not immobile
like a car that spends its night
outside a window, but mobile like a spirit.


I float over this dwelling, and when I choose
enter it. I have an ethnological interest
in this building, because I inhabit it
and upon me has been bestowed the decision of changing
an abstract picture of light into a ghost-like story
of a prince whose principality I now share,
into whose confidence I have wandered.


Screens were selected to prevent this intrusion
of exacting light and add a chiaroscuro,
so that Genji may turn his face from his son,
from recognition which here is painful,
and he allows himself to be positioned on a screen,
this prince as noble as ever,
songs from the haunted distance
presenting themselves in silks.


The light of fiction and light of surface
sink into vision whose illumination
exacts its shades,


The Genji when they arose
strolled outside reality
their screen dismantled,
upon that modern wondering space
flash lights from the wild gardens.

-- Barbara Guest

February 15, 2006

she stands in a cup of water and insists on
washing her atheistic trends with soapy
heretofore

unlike him
she is wearing a blue sarong
his green leaf
legging has yet
to be tied

henceforth three
powerhouse dancers
bruise jungle flowers
worn over their
stealthy incompetence

slick. he's big
on robust fantasy
as a gaggle of ex-possible
lovers and hanger-ons
cavort greenly

exhausted after
too much too soon
he sits on the floor
holding his head
moaning about it

together they drink from
the cup of human kindness
but prefer feeding
walnuts to pigeons
alighting

she's very big
looming over
his prone
position

nestled now
together spent
prone backs to the ground
wet drying

are those
magnolia
in bloom
sure enough and more
a ginkgo sprouting

much to be happy about
especially
in warm weather
with a slight
cool
breeze

-- Jeff Wietor

February 14, 2006

Valentine Pillow Fight: San Francisco

Monkey Molecules

holding on to the showing
hanging on to the showy
glimpse the brief
glide the skate
holding extreme globe winks
glowing glib window
glistening star moon circular
globe noble dayglow fabulous
planet opalescence glint beaker
goblet evident bold polish
scintillate motionless candy
clear gorgeous shine iridescence
holding briefly perception
smoothly glissade look quickly
hold on let go hold on glide

-- Jeff Wietor

February 11, 2006

names reduced
did you this
did you that

you think so
you say so
you do so

shine. warm so you say.
warm. shine so you say.
say. warm so you think.

-- Jeff Wietor

The Euphrates at Babylon

old
gods nor symbols
margin
the next age was to plunge her
mysteriously
decapitated bodies

here
relics of life
beneath
thighs in the abandon of thought
two heads found near them
compact coherence

planes
a builder-prince
rough grain
covered with palm trees and date trees
cross one another
Chaldean theocracy

born
her brilliant nights
it was
instruments of geometry
astronomy was
on the upper terraces

sky
observe the need
bodies
nothing discovers everything
very skeleton
mathematical map

hard
study the stars
tower
of those cuneiform inscriptions
bas-relief king fight
statues with muscle

-- Jeff Wietor

Chapter III

between two
old rivers

the sand
covered up
everything

is human soul is:
the face
Chaldean palaces
ruins of Tello
light of an undying hearth

-- Jeff Wietor

Hoochy-Koochy

they sang
a song
suggestively

near them
two heads
with energy

reposing on
their thighs
in the

abandon of
thought

-- Jeff Wietor

February 7, 2006

Every day I nourish illusion
I live in San Francisco
I take the bus
I board the bus
I ride the bus
I travel by bus
I see the hapless, the
hopeless, the haveless
the bored, the bald, the
fat, the faces covered with
dermatological
horrors --
the skinny, the tattoos, the
cursed, the students
plugged-in, the
aged
whose next stop is
Death
Oblivion
or
Apotheosis

-- Jeff Wietor

February 6, 2006

on TV's
a man who looks
just like

Charles Steiner
(from my past
you don't know him)

except he's blond and wears
wire rim glasses but
everything he says

is said in earnest
and with dreadful
certainty:

he claims to know
all about
the Uncommon Cures

for Everyday Ailments
(everyday ailments?)
(uncommon cures?)

yup
that's
Charles Steiner

only younger
much younger
but just as earnest

I miss him
he had large hands
large feelings

his hands magically
could reach through
your jeans

and all of a sudden
you were swimming with him
in a frothy rawdy surf

coming with him
was like
riding a skateboard

through traffic
at midday
in the Financial District

on a Wednesday
in summer
holding a secret

in one hand
while scraping
with the other

accretions
of memory
from the self

-- Jeff Wietor

February 5, 2006

you probably believe that seeing the
word,

or the fatalistic number:

7 Miles Out
2006

has meaning
or is meaning
or carries meaning

Focus:
how many will that be?

you don't know
the kids
with microphones

standing on
the
freeway

talking
about
The End

I never thought this
would happen while
I'm on vacation

that's what
it will be
that's what it will be

yes

that is
what it

is

-- Jeff Wietor

February 4, 2006

my god!
can you say that --
OMG

it's massive
it's hitting
it's big

it's a big
why
it's why

I can't sleep
I can't wake
I'm telling you

I am tremendous
but I can't tell you
I can't tell you

it's horrible
it's over night
it's over tonight

I can't tell you
I can't see why
I want to go live

OMG
the sunlight
is eting me alilve

expect the end
to be
as soon as possible

what grows
outward
from you

will destroy
those
closest.

forecasters!
however
intelligent you are

are you ready to use all situations?
where are you right now?
give us a sense of where you are.

we're expecting to tell you
now
what will be later

that's the
joke
: start planning

-- Jeff Wietor

February 3, 2006

I'm guessing
there's a
lot of people

but then I wonder what
"Lot Of People
means

to a nurse's touch.
a touch of the nurse
"have you ever felt anything like it?

can you expect
anything like it?
so many people right now

are at home --

-- Jeff Wietor

February 2, 2006

We see it
on TV
But

we don't
Believe it

we live in this area
or
that area

it's
always
missed us

what that
is
that missed us

is
what

we're thinking
about
tonight

we're thinking this is our
greatest
event ever

We're
born.

that
this
is --

is
the
natural
question

-- Jeff Wietor

Conversations in February

here we are in February
at
last

here we are
at the keys of the piano

here we are
ain't we
remember ain't we

remember you must
to walk them through
memory

as if Memory
is a Garden of Walking Through:

if, when you remember to remember
you

you acknowledge
you know
you undersay

no, you understate,
no you understand--

-- Jeff Wietor

Last Conversation in January 2006

Quote:
I can see beyond the Universe
but I'm not so sure I understand what it is you
want me to say about it

well sure enough --
sure enough

there is no salvation without compassion for
every other
Being

-- that a question is is enough of a question to question; that a question asks is reason enough to remain silent; that a question is the Object of the Sentence
is reason enough to remember: Memories are made of this--

I live in Gaudy Splendor
a suburb of Your Name and Mine

yet I am not organized
nor am I Organization

nor am I
remembered by those
I remember

this, made of sand, gets us into the Neighbor
territory and there
I'm lost playing a horn on a
mountain top
walking along with a thousand thousand others
unable to count unable to remember
unable to waken to walking
but I walk still

a thousand thousand do you know how
much that is
much that is needed

can you imagine playing with a thousand children
a thousand thousand children of children

?

Unquote

Do I dare
Eat a peach?
sing a song about
eating a
peach?
or tell you
there are
no peaches
in the house.

if I tell you
it's all made of sand
are you somebody who knows what
sand Is or even
thinks in metaphor.

hopeless ain't it.

I took a picture
no you took a photo
I died
no you are still alive

today I found a waiting
waiting and understand this:
you will get lost
I happy to have found you again
It is the great secret.

Breath hands and Hands

I am not a
good
example of
Impartiality

of Being
Impartial

of
Remembering

of remembering
knowing

of you

-- Jeff Wietor

Adam Dreams of Shane

Something within us perceives Venus as
A morning star: a planet rising in
The east over the hills through the hills
Over the clouds through the sky;
In waking and in dream
To have no hope in the future gives
Consistency to the present
Alan Ladd knew that.

We mount the horse and become afraid
Of height afraid of the huge animal
Supporting our fragile weight afraid of the surge of
Potential power afraid of having no
Control over this thing this alive
Beast this natural mode of transportation.
Jean Arthur knew that.

The objects in this world: devoid of consciousness
Ignorant of the eventual backward
Movement of flesh to water of bones to
Earth of mind to air; & the intonation of
The voice (we will miss especially) retreats as
This profound sorrow of decision-making ceases.
Van Heflin knew that.

What he remembers through seeing
What he realizes not knowing
What within us perceives
Becomes what the boy wants
The boy craves.

-- Jeff Wietor

Feeling Convivial Miu Miu Mulls Upon Mason's Stride

Miu Miu Altoids Apple Sours
Seven fingers a whisker a moustache
O you O you My Darling Brad
Where Have You Gone

Today Is: a rosary of roses
Garuda flies North
Thelma, upon her adoption was renamed
Ananda is named Ananda

Ignore narrative if you want the poem
to live longer than you
Phlebas the Phoenician,a fortnight dead,
knew that and how

Consider Phlebas, who was once handsome and tall as
you.

When Connie got back from India
the first thing she said was:
"I've had it up to here with Supermind"
then gestured her hand flying
over her head

I sensed in her some creative tension but
shrinking creative tension; I also pictured her
living in a capillary somewhere in a human body.
Not hers.

Let me into your life
I am a wine jar and a drum.
Out of the goat's nose
flows the Ganga.

Slyly I remain
Slowly I go
Time is not a mistake.
You are right on the border.

Today we had darjeeling, Russian
Caravan and in the afternoon:
spinach oolong: a green day
smaller than an insert.

why is it
every word
has a meaning?
don't forget to pay for
any apples you take from the drawer.

he breathes out she reads aloud
she teaches him to read he remembers
hearing the Katzenjammer Kids
read aloud remembers seeing

in the little shop one
summer sat a little parrot
and next to the little parrot
sat a little man: a midget: he screamed

you mean the word five
means ten and ten means turquoise
while there is no word for that word
you cannot think of just now?

ok, these dice are one-inch
cubes (with rounded corners)
I found them in the street
in a fit of confusion

remember to tell Mason
I'm trying to bewitch him
with language; remember to look
in the mirror and see him: narrowly.

remember, Miu Miu, Miu Miu says
to herself reminding herself for fear
of wanting to forget: notice how good
he looks, his famous Crest of Ilium.

-- Jeff Wietor

Miu Miu Wakes Then Sleeps Then Wakes

1

red bottle-brush bloom
but the midday sun's hidden
by this sudden storm



2

a sudden impulse
to phone my mother's mother
gone for 20 years



3

these asparagus stalks
still wet from last night's rain
the first taste of spring



4

the sound-bytes of war
reflected in the TV
you face nothing more



5

effigies of doves
an unsteady staccato
from helicopters



6

long-stem strawberries
in a white ceramic bowl
given by sunlight



7

middle of the night
dripping sounds from the kitchen
water the cactus



8

middle of the night
fog horns from the Pacific
comforting sameness

-- Jeff Wietor

Whit Reads an O'Hara Poem to Mason

A City Winter

1

I understand the boredom of the clerks
fatigue shifting like dunes within their eyes
a frightful nausea gumming up the works
that once was thought aggression in disguise.
Do you remember? then how lightly dead
seemed the moon when over factories
it languid slid like a barrage of lead
above the heart, the fierce inventories
of desire. Now women wander our dreams
carrying money and to our sleep's shame
our hands twitch not for swift blood-sunk triremes
nor languorous white horses nor ill fame,
but clutch the groin that clouds a pallid sky
where tow'rs are sinking in their common eye.

2

My ship is flung upon the gutter's wrist
and cries for help of storm to violate
that flesh your curiosity too late
has flushed. The stem your garter tongue would twist
has sunk upon the waveless bosom's mist,
thigh of the city, apparition, hate,
and the tower whose doves have, delicate,
fled into my blood where they are not kissed.

You have left me to the sewer's meanwhile,
and I have answered the sea's open wish
to love me as a bonfire's watchful hand
guards red the shore and guards the hairy strand,
our most elegant lascivious bile,
my ship sinking beneath the gutter's fish.

3

How can I then, my dearest winter lay,
disgorge the tasty worm that eats me up
falling onto the stem of a highway
whose ardent rainbow is the spoon's flat cup
and in the vilest of blue suited force
enamored of the heated needle's arm
finds the ministrant an own tongue's remorse
so near the blood and still so far from harm,
thus to be eaten up and gobbled down
volcanoes of speedometers, the strike
that heats the iris into flame and flow'rs
the panting chalice so a turning pike:
you are not how the gods refused to die,
and I am scarred forever neath the eye.

4

What are my eyes? if they must feed me, rank
with forgetting, in the jealous forest
of lustrous blows, so luminously blank
through smoke and in the light. All faint, at rest,
yet I am racing towards the fear that kills
them off, friends and lovers, hast'ning through tears
like alcohol high in the throat of hills
and hills of night, alluring! their black cheers
falling upon my ears like nails. And there
the bars grow thick with onanists and camps
and bivouacs of bears with clubs, are fair
with their blows, deal death beneath purple lamps
and to me! I run! closer always move,
crying my name in fields of dead I love.

5

I plunge deep within this frozen lake
whose mirrored fastnesses fill up my heart,
where tears drift from frivolity to art
all white and slobbering, and by mistake
are the sky. I'm no whale to cruise apart
in fields impassive of my stench, my sake,
my sign to crushing seas that fall like fake
pillars to crash! to sow as wake my heart

and don't be niggardly. The snow drifts low
and yet neglects to cover me, and I
dance just ahead to keep my heart in sight.
How like a queen, to seek with jealous eye
the face that flees you, hidden city, white
swan. There's no art to free me, blinded so.

-- Frank O'Hara

Miu Miu Reads a Little St. John Perse

"Drunken, the more drunken, you were saying, for
denying drunkenness. . . ."
One again a man arises in the wind. His word as brief
as the splintering of bone. His foot already angled on its
course. . . .

"Ah, yes, all things torn loose! Let it be told among
the living!
Above all in the lower districts -- this matter is of
importance.
And you, new men, what are you going to do with
the heavy braids unbraided over the brow of the
repudiated hour?
Those who dreamed dreams in their rooms went to
bed last night on the other side of the century, facing
the adverse moons.
Others have drunk the new wine in fountains painted
with red lead. And we were of those. Any may the sadness
that we were be dissolved in the new wine of men,
as in the festivals of the wind!
Ended the dream wherein the Dreamer marvels
throughout his watch.
Our salvation is in the haste and the canceling out.
Impatience is everywhere. And over the Dreamer's
shoulder the indictment of dream and inertia.

Let them bring us from the Marches men of great
power, reduced by inaction to the profession of Enchanter.
Unpredictable men. Men assailed by the god. Men
nourished on the new wine and as though transfixed by
lightning.

-- Saint-John Perse

Miu Miu Looks Around Her Apartment

on the cupboard shelf
last winter's pomegranate
an unasked question

-- Jeff Wietor

Miu Miu Talks Back to Her Photoshop

Tonight seems such a long time ago
even as time passes I wait in public
gritting my teeth hoping to discover
the potentiality of rotating images

To answer complaints rising slowly like
masterpieces of decision I continue to
reject the conceivable for the concept of
continuity wishing for transformation

Baghdad had already been the site of
many book-burnings, mostly of works
deemed heretical. In 923 fourteen sacks of
heretical works, outside the palace gate

To change from the thing into not a thing
seductive whispers slither lightly tickling the
skin, a surge of funk our sole source of shape-
shifting a surge of break beats a divergent guitar

Forever is our grief our wish to know our wish to
be atmospheric and to know is to know time and
knowing know time passes as time passes ambitiously
like a genre of music scalding us with licks and quivers

There remain no images to remind the unknown only
the known and reinvention of the known will succeed
I'll mention a few loose couplings of the known in
order to remind you of what defies knowing:

Baghdad had already been the site of lyrical surges
of heretical break beats like a genre of music shifting
like the mewing of a cat trapped between the whisper
and the rumor and grief tumbling down

To change seductively these whispers producing an impact
a feature a stereoscopic film electrified to soothe or excite
Monsters from the Grave Monsters from Grace Monsters
and their trademarks: pain, loneliness, and operatic death

Thought is not like that and our thought though willing is
unlike the thought of Heidegger or Wittgenstein; we only apply
the nature of perception, and the structure of subjectivity;
known all known through learning through time nothing remains

There remain no images to remind the unknown only
a feature a stereoscopic film electrified to soothe or excite:
It's the fate of Baghdad through time to face sackings
from time our bodies too mewing with rumors and grief.

-- Jeff Wietor

Miu Miu Says Why She's Thinking About Suicide

Not because it's cold and rainy today & I'm in a cozy
office in Oakland; not because I don't understand a Thing!! about
Any of the Tasks at hand; not because the sound of people's voices seem
distant and far away & certainly not because I'm hungry for Mango
flavored ice cream.

What warms my heart my soul and my craving which used to turn itself to
discos, dances, warm flesh & electronic music is this:

just to close my eyes and realize what it means to
rest in peace.

The next time you're asked: what do you envision yourself doing for
work & you say: to be creatively involved with ideas and materials; to
do "good" & communicate with people & you hear in response: no really,
what kind of job do you really want.

consider not being alive as a better answer.
bitter
unconnected
& drowning in despair
because the inability to be specific
is killing you

-- Jeff Wietor

Former Acquaintance

who will take acquaintance of my woes.
why do they always call a ship she.

more than mere recognition
less than familiarity or intimacy

do you like to fly --
make this night a dragon

-- Jeff Wietor

Speaking Acquaintances

I'm inclined not to want to talk to
people on the street wearing surgical masks.
I believe their noses have been chopped off,
prefer to not know the truth and suspect
I may have known them, once, in kindergarten.

-- Jeff Wietor

Still Life of a Conversational Legend w/5 Red Apples

5 4s 6 2s 7 Bs
23 grays 15 blue Cs
521 yellow Zs 4 Rs

29 red electric 228s
a 423 silver E
1 January 20th 2006

15 2s w/yellow green Fs
blue 22s at 71 or 403
78 or 33 or 45 white 7s

Indigo 8 with 19 1001s
14 CDs 15 B52s Ruddy
R128 Lj5s; Mx Blue

There is one way of avoiding
at least partly
the occult appearance of

the process of thinking
& it is
to replace in these processes

any working of the
imagination by acts of
looking at real objects

-- Jeff Wietor

Neither Tom Welling nor Brad Pitt Phoned Today

nor Michael, David or
Sally for that matter --
I did have a dream about

riding on the back of
Nandi listening to Arctic Monkeys
singing

whatever people say I am
that's what I'm not
"I bet you look good on the dancefloor"

Clark isn't doing well
you can see he's bottling up
his sadness

How do engineers determine
the location of the center of gravity
for an aircraft which they are designing?

A symmetrical moniker;
I get all excited and then it passes;
I like hairy boys;

a burst of real fruit juice;
a pink high heel;
a blue blaze of eyes;

for practical purposes
just say your center of gravity
is here --

then point
like the angel of vengence
to your solar plexus

-- Jeff Wietor

Talk of Independence

boys lie
they tell you anything they want
to get you into

a language of their own
consisting entirely of
nouns

what was it I wanted
to remember this morning
that I've now forgotten

listen:
how did I happen to end up
looking like Anthony Hopkins

spending the day
concerned about knowing
knowledge & understanding

being in new ways
new concerns
fresher more alert reasonings

tickled by a cat hair
spinning a gold ring
on my finger

inexperienced in the ways
of making things happen and
forgetting my lines

contemplating the order of need:
pencil paper rock
scissors cat window rhubarb

understudy telephone soup
Korean BBQ dark stuff in your past
I don't know something subtle

you know I'm able to read &
comprehend I'm learning that
you must imagine an expansion to

this language; these, this; the
pointing gesture --
cleaning his ears with a Ticonderoga 2

a new feeling today:
being in the past just like it is
now, that sort of backward experience

or believing you're telling me the
truth only when you lie to me
or being close to "the family"

because you're somehow in command
of position & fear the experience of
feeling because you'll be sunburned

countless elucidations shine
shine like the star you are --
you're Romeo not Hamlet with questions

-- Jeff Wietor

Talk My Loving Lovely Today

all that now
never made sense
to me

it's a scenario
any American
would love

is there an
alternative to
aging?

I'm stuffed up
and so
congested

I have only
ten minutes
to begin again

this: the real
deal; much like
a novel of thank you

what's still
ahead this morning
is still ahead

-- Jeff Wietor

Pillow Talk :: Adam to Whit

Adam:
I am made of magic
maybe & mulberry
root

Whit:
I like licking
like licking and

liking
you

To Himself Adam Talks Tabula Rosa

he stripped then
sprang
Louganis-like
into bed

white as a lilac
eros moved remarkably
through him

sprung

a night breeze
sang
stardust

a pair of socks plus one
lay
balled on the lawn

can you believe
what he's
done to me

suddenly I felt him
spring
in my heart

-- Jeff Wietor

Conversational Interlude Intrudes Adam & Whit

A fronte praecipitium a tergo lupi
getting ready for bed; a pair of warm pajamas
Adam reminds me, tease. taunt & tickle me:

"between futile speculation and unconsidered action"
correct me if I'm wrong
"I knew a man once did a girl in"

"have you noticed the cherry blossoms"
"again". "again and again". "again again".
pink clusters starry bursts.

pretty in confidence; casting a spell:
Springtime in the middle of Winter
San Francisco; bedazzled, a source of success

I find it difficult describing my situation
your situation, is it easier to describe?
describe to me your situation.

I forget what it was I was thinking about.
Was I in fact thinking about something?
Perhaps I just had the thought I was thinking.

When Adam says good night to me I say good night
to him; I feel at moments when I say good night
to Adam I have gained the capacity to act directly.

While Adam is preparing for bed I feel him struggling
with inner demons; as if demons have sprouted in him
in the dark of him about to flower

Within Adam is a seed of unplanned acceptance;
Adam is vigilant to his unplans and unknowing.
Adam unknows and unplans and is thus happy.

I am happy with Adam when Adam remembers I am his
brother; sometimes he can't remember which of
us is older; it matters that I don't want to lose him

it's hard for us to tell where my body leaves
off and his begins; we have a capacity to act
directly; we have a place to go with each other

-- Jeff Wietor

Wedded Conversation

Whit's private thoughts
privately thinking
Whit's lopsided traditional wonderments:

I am always disentangling myself from people.
I am compulsive with ideas, often confused,

sometimes vanity eats away at me
eats me
feeds me
clothes me
comforts me:

but not now, not today.

I feel knotted-up today.
Distant, vaguely lumpy, impersonal.
My teeth hurt with a hurt that
fascinates me.

I feel pain on the molecular level.
I feel pain in the smallest part of myself.

When I am in the deepest most hidden
reaches and regions of pain I put on a
body hugging wedding dress and go out to a leather bar.

I sit at the bar drinking beer from a bottle.
I talk to whoever talks to me.
I talk about how much I look like somebody else
and everyone agrees with me.

This is the moment
of my
life

-- Jeff Wietor

Conversation Fandangos

Mason speaking freely:
Miu Miu what do you mean by "poisoned milk".
Miu Miu eagerly:
emotion gone bad.

Like a lioness the sun
Like a hawk the moon.

How will I fuse all these objects into a single object,
Adam says to Whit.

Remember Mason says to Miu Miu: objects are what we know, mean and think.

Miu Miu, her hair capturing sunlight:
and things are what we experience, see and can describe.

Whit insists that the immediate situation is where things happen and sometimes
refuses to believe Adam when Adam says he doesn't understand what states
of affair make him possible or rather makes it possible for him to love Mason.

In many ways these four people (4) are really two (2).
Only in the fabulousness of fully hate do they separate partially.

It's all so common says Miu Miu.

Yes, says Mason but we all live as though we have a secret understanding.

Adam says we need to find a thread out of the world.

Whit feels that which is not expressed through speech but
that by which speech is expressed is the best Club in town.

-- Jeff Wietor

Conversation with the Enemy

I am a living and tragic museum of
separation. You can describe me as
a yes it is hostile and threatening
creature full of shattered . . .

I checked the house. His clothes
were gone.


Two

What's to be done with Miu Miu: what's she wearing; is Mason athletic or not; is Adam forever amiable and understanding and what of his twin Whit who makes too much of everything; what do they look like even if they look like each other differently; are the three of them really four when it comes down to functionality?


Three

Brett Favre is not afraid of a 300 pound lineman.


Four

Let me have the evidence.


Five

Was it dismissed?
Upon looking into a mirror
he senses a deeply intoxicating kind of love


Six

Miu Miu must learn to fuse her ego with her
Self; and object world

Mason must remember to reflect upon his ego,
deny his Self; while fusing with the object world.

Adam and Whit must learn to separate themselves from
their mirror egos, false selves and accept or reject
the object world.

Oneness is not objectless.
What does it mean:
art is a mirror of nature.
is Mother Nautre in symbiosis?
Why is an infant blissfully unaware of a self
but fully in charge of an ego.

Miu Miu has a strangely masculine body.
Mason: a metro-sexual currency.
Adam could pass for some sort of sexually charged distilled water.
Whit a masculine condensation of muscular, equine, energy.

-- Jeff Wietor