Fugue Julie Manet

A year later basics, such as; 

Waterfall inseamed

While still we substitute for sun food remains white and black ? or beige

Colors ugh all wrong

Why will not my body rise to peak the beast of too much 

Time how to move when no move known

The way awaiting 

water in its way aglow

yet I, am not lit up the page for me not lit with 

Being told 

untold, I am certain in a future telling

Restless at vivisection

Vivisected? 

Some think the world lacking and I think the world plentiful

Plenty here to not push off a day For

Plenty to come

Fifth Avenue

Seeing missing faces on wrong bodies. Of my own I can feel my cells eating themselves, gleeful. Rikki Ducornet on Robert Coover on Harry Mathews: It’s all singing all of it. Green shoes.

Flagons

And so, a second scroll. A lovely day releases (will it be? Will it Be?). Loving the day is day here worth tasting.

To sample the bread. The double bread. The bread that is not shame, written and oral and 

Green painting—peremptory promise.

I am careful not to promise. Some are not.

Promiscuities. Bring me, say you at my right, sunset in a cup. 

Longing for the sea, lifelong. 

chalkings

After a first story, a second story there, am I supposed to read it. The main negatif of the other hand's avowaled absence draws us closer in the rain.  

To say, one cloak or another. You who cork to become un. If only I could show them all, is the un rule.

I do as you do me (only later, finding: ton pere t'epaule). 

Cloud of Unknowing. Knowing! To think some more about Burt Lancaster might just nix me.

Is there anything we are content not to know, real You and illusionary you, yes I let be.

Trix for cash (Elijah)

(None but last successful “yet” the active and so free to try).

I used to think I had to listen to Private Dancer on repeat to sell a painting (no pass)

To read Sandover to meet my patron heiress (nicht bestanden)

To… only the old ways know 

Eastern Europe bled out with middle Europe and candles work their casting glow

Yes by candles two and twinned I will fulfill this lost wax of the road 

to full peachy life

Apophany

(for grandfather, a chair)

When Shaggy says, It wasn't me 

because I am not docile

In these parts I am accursed other blessed ones I do not thirstly seek 

one day my best friend we will meet 

He

after bosom friend she said to Anne, meanwhile among the blessings

we channel at a certain level and then we have to live

the job ? to declare 

no two things competing

The porch

clogs ? and lacking tunes aplenty,

Soothing Este speaks of brotherhood and hanuman and monkey heart and I remind her of his leap and my teacher reminds me of mind's own monkeys and we in turn remind each other

What it is like to live this way 

to read of Alexandria before its plot to hear war cry and move to Switzerland before it starts to not savor too much the paltriness of nature rendered conical in thrust, gleeful mundane reciprocities great lake bouncy castles believe first, pretend later how 

signing is indeed enough, when a picture is no substitute for anything (lawler on the fridge waves off)

I am fine except I watched felled eagle breathe and wished aloud if only she would stop 

to be felled is not the problem, extant as was cost us dearly cost

our splendor, my audacity

I believe what is in my heart so I believe ineluctably 

edging cabinet, poorly aged, expansionist frost: no strength in withholding he says, if here alone agreeing

right, I say, this week there is no death (double napped)

I am all in on everything 

show me 

(in olden days: we have to dance to dream it. Writing—what then did I mean?)

Like this we say, we can only take so much, no, add more, bring everyone to tent, our house, to clothe and feed them, Viridiana—that is, there is no them, we are all outside, tent is all us, so it is not for fear I offer here these blessings just the opposite 

and to insist on freedom, I insist on viriditas, on counting back to baby breeched and open body and a decision, mine, maybe, to accept (was I correct?) such an insipid state of this too love divine as human being

valves

Shut off the ears and turn out the eyes, here is how it goes, this grief

A little night music

A little mansplaining

Kindnesses

Things I am trying not to think, such as, wishing a happy couple’s therapy to all women in chore coats this szn

Y I paint

To be here in the now, with You. And, above all, innocence, again.

Excerpt II and temping

It was dark when you came, dark enough to smell your seed. To smell the seed I shell, ingest, spit out before me. No, really, before you, for you, before the people and the mount, before the swarming boggle eyes of the cattle congregation, the children, yes, I pause them, tell them, watch me, watch me swallow without feeding watch me spit bright nuggets from black, taxed seed; watch how clean seed charred with life becomes the seed of dusk, seed of a cloth-bound light so far ahead your faithless fathers named it Eden.

Lissome

The end of sacrifice and the approach of the true temple (Milton—heart). Bowen, no love’s death. To learn body in all its uses. This morning thinking of what is recorded in, on me, so as to serve You. 

Jam tomorrow (continuing)

No I am not the same. Scabbing everywhere, over the heart. They, soft tissue bound. He who loveth, she who loveth, man and bird and beast. 

Rhubarb

Rooting where I am. 

(I had a farm in Africa: Baroness? Always in that title, both, a twinge of evils imperial and yet we are communing—this seems to be, now, all I have)

Outer resolution says little of the inner winds. To enact a stipulation and find oneself in open field. The gesture (Flusser) in the day: tethers of the heart-free. Will that be what they ask of us. Which is delmore. El more. Spring is not sour; Louis A at last this morning then One Enchanted Evening (some) so perhaps she is with me still, and Again.

GS

I do not trust them, those big ears, they contravene the artist (FK WB), they dilate his workings

NY Plant Designs

Meanwhile seeking more people with marginal relation to the soul root of pola ? stout

Some exilics (elective) and dear me I don’t mean Jabes

suddenly remembering Mavis Gallant as Pyrus pyrifolia, apple-pear

What is this fleshy tasteless thing with its crisp outside and then you finish and on cold food, full meal no air 

Things I have seen (disconcertingly yet all-confirming)

Men with embroidered German flag patches. This, a few times a day now. There is a big conference in two weeks, so it seems a bit early. Then, bunnies in bags. One in a tote in real life, last night, by the Lafayette Van Leeuwen, another toted in Lemon Tree, short film, Este's Mubi login...

the seasons

Permaculture classes for what lives in you, with you, already.

To discuss what is “alongside” and concomitant: we are going to understand, finally now, what does it mean to commingle. We speak of the many at once and still, the imperative of holding. That is repetitive pragmatic non reflexive alchemy. That is the holding that is not treading, that retains a freedom in its swang.