Television Incision (Reflections on Drift, Sentence—Burst)
University of Washington Hospital, October 2008
Dear Static,
I heard you in the next room
A double room,
An epiself
An ikea idea:
The cars must have gone to bed
Times such as these [insert adverb akin to a slightly ambiguous sigh]
Times such as these is a loose nail,
Language is always
Facing a precipice, plank or wiretap.
Usually plastic maybe foam,
Sometimes oldworld metal and sin-
Function, your noises.
The casual drift of commentary
The dark hospital jargon, is it that spectacle
He talked about
He talked about yelled from a window
At a violence too particulate,
Too French too affect, pardon
Our French.
(The non-reflective sentences)
To evince oneself of any next week.
National holiday.
Amazon purchase.
Electric thing that seems not electric.
Your shower is top-notch.
Your soap is abundant.
Your cough should be looked into.
What's not there is eye-tyranny
Playing dressup game
With your sickbed,
Your cavity cavities
All the way
Down
Turtles and dolls itself
In a burst of marrow and glow.
{eulogy for disaster suite}
after Rob Halpern
ate nothing today, not even
to fuck in a friendly fire of fist and bend, any of its conjugates,
our war as you tease tissues selected for expulsion
defaults on its custodial relation-
ship, & how far can flack oiled hands push [palms press]
this thing, headboard loose grip self-
inflicted waterboard distraction device, push
"evenings" knowing biting evenings know
no objective end
untoward proposition on isle 13
{eulogy for henwifery}
after Jane Sprague
little known fact of the saddle stitch, preventative
molecules
| between molecules you say jabes—— morning's mourning molecular barrierwise a shunting the walls needle knotting stings under, their working burning sense the fugue of Krebs you said I believe you wrote on a morning like this one prior to the undoing trees |
That peopled tension of which you wrote in the margins of King's Letter from a Birmingham jail: we write to right? Enmassed scorched conscience the lot hour lot, parahewn. And tarlot of lamps of "outlet" only lamps ablaze now but for the margins, from palm heat rises if "from" this flesh is upward, word-object turning, this turning tension not let it be, not to supplicate but letters actions an ambulation knuckled stick made to reed, plant unsilence of the un-written you wrote, burned soon after |
Ekleksographia #2
July, 2009
Poems
David Wolach
David Wolach is professor of writing, poetics, & philosophy at The Evergreen State in Olympia, Washington, and visiting poet in Bard College's Workshop in Language & Thinking. Author of Fractions of M, The Transcendental Insect Reader, Acts of Art/Works of Violence, and the forthcoming Scripto Erratum (sound/text compositions, scored with composer Arun Chandra & video artist Tasha Glen), David's work has appeared this year or is forthcoming from Bird Dog, CRIT, Night Train, Diode, The Concelebratory Shoehorn Review, Venereal Kittens, [...]: An Anthology of New American Writing, AB OVO, and Ignavia Press: Journal of Transgressive Queer Writing. Much of his work is multi-media and performative, and has been featured at venues such as Buffalo Poetics Series 2009, The American Cybernetics Conference 2009, and Bard's Visiting Poets Series. David is also editor of Wheelhouse Magazine & Press and curator of PRESS: A Cross-Cultural Literary Conference.