a refusal [by kaylani]

To be man. To be human.

Ideal conditioned

By contradiction,

By deceit,

By loveless

False charity

Dripping obedience

To the

Emotionless emoticon.

The less than,

            the dehumanized,

Desire

To be man. To be human.

Contort self to conform

To an ideal shaped by myth

Minds conditioned

Conditioned minds = subjective

Our condition is to desire

To be man. To be human.

The men myth is to be  

impressions

goals

jobs

points

points

points

rules

secret

In the condition of our desirous minds

Subjects led by the blind

Who blinded us

I carry a backpack full of crushed light bulbs. I heard them smash when I unstrapped my shoulders and dropped pre-though on the cement walk unable to bare any longer the weight Onward with each change in distance between the earth and my feet the shards of shattered reminders shake their purpose

Self sacrifice

Is to give up propriety of self

Is subpossible

To any but One

This body

Makes visible these wounds

Caused,

Self-Inflicted,

Borne,

Object and subject both

A sense now ghosts.

This too shall pass

Negotiations

Navigate

inner-social-public-private-extra-intra

Investigation of the commodified.

I’ll wear you,  

Give in.

Can’t feel a thing

Through all the layers

Bite through

Senseless

To be man. To be human.

Used by this emoticon you stuck&pasted to my pressbutton words

This conversation begs for shared vocabulary.

Co-creation amidst

A host of abstraction

Pressing motion inward and onward

Obliterate the tion.

“To be is to be like. To be like is to be like the oppressor.” – Paulo Freire 

Anne Waldman Podcast: Michael Lopez

Poet Anne Waldman reads to music. A reflection on disembodied poetics, and the influence of Mazatec Shamaness, Maria Sabina.

Listen:

Waldman Podcast.mp3

  

Ofoucaultations

I.

  thought me an alien

when first slept together twice

for 2 mornings she didn’t see me

piss

                        drinkwater

the Days go by very quickly now…

pay mind those

swearing allegiance.

2

inalienable privileges keep yr own

                        flesh covered

gradation hate & tripwires

                         

 radiation

o holy. O holy                       is

 

motor Inn

 alien stable

Wright Bros, right brothers!

to fear

barn animals.

Don’t catch

                   burning yarns

gold weighted with sands.

II.

Oh say,

can you see?                                    (can you hear me

                        now?)

Oh silence, oh

yes it is—

this tomb to unknown

junky/                   

He

tried thrown elbow at my head   (only 2 ft off)

try pudding

my back thru

restaurant glass

& I.

shrugg’d him off

He crawl’d inside

the mouth where—

ideas

Of birth—he whined

High tears to me

&I wined quite back

&dined (on) him for lack

Damag’d infect’d

volcano flesh bloodied cold

thick—black hurt

&windy mad wisdom

whisk past

like eggs

scrambled

unknown you, junky

Black Arabian

nighttime—cool marine

glyphic Instruct Blues

coded know-how when you

inspire—

nest—

rest&come back some

overflowing tubs now.

Breathless.

Blood spray over lead paint

toilet floors under gore

 my lord is crying

Into porcelain now—

sifting

 dreams

      & bile.

check vitals. the humors.

Comedy o dead vines.

Crack swift heights

the neck—chin down tho

expurge speed-

scourge the flagellations

mysterious desert

abuses. Calling

home from overnights

in the garden

hiding your brother

his keeper

from wrath. Hiding.

Yours truly,

From Collapse.

III.

I am no diff’rent

    unknown junky

I know diff’rent

     & will again

But what to do when

      to watch

Immigrant friends

      twisted&screwed—

Take on bath water

       mothers

smoking their eyes

troubling 5 worlds

&scrambling eggs for 1.

Noble the royal We in

       the centuries

smooth. Lands of broken

        calligramme

Yr a drumbeat racing fool

toll-road robbing finch

what Peter Pan theory means to a grave.                                                           Ah, men?

                                                                                                                   --    I/Lockaby

Reena, Jo, Natalia: Body, Self, Desire (performance piece)

"Desire is always a desire for recognition."

-- Judith Butler

Butler Response

THE TASK OF THESE MOVEMENTS

Head shoulders knees and toes

Knees and toes,

Knees

And toes

They develop argument, in order to speak.

"I tried to say...

and paused from its deadly brink."

Desire for transformation itself

In fear, the roots grip downward

the boundaries of our distances

We seem caught in reality together

(so how should I save you?)

Eyes and ears, mouth and nose

Head shoulders

knees and toes.

I apply lines to create shadows,

but you are plain abyss.

blanketed by concerns of not fitting

creaking towards infinity.

Displace these.

Put them in my pocket

And then

Shout!

And let em loose!

A livable life does eviscerate various levels of stability

Knees and toes sojourn at the orphanage.

To remove an essential part of something

and displace these. And, desiring for the whole of it to be for me having a toe be

your toe. Can it be our toe?

No

Because I have it. You be it.

No

And so I weaken it

the unlivable ambivalence is too hard.

So I push back the toe to the ideal

where it is smooshed into a sock

Transferring desire to an ideal of the imaginary.

Contained in my dreams
situationally symbolic

uncanny in it's return.

Some things were said,

never desiring equilibrium

the smell of bodies and procedures

Glassed in dreams.

(Ian,  Michael, & Monica)

The Camera Obscura: an architectural space

One inch in diameter,  a circle has contaminated

the “quiet box”           (the 2:30 p.m as midnight)

with shadow veins,         crawling across surface

as sneakily  as  this  space   stole    my        eyes.

At                night                 my vision is foolish:

Leaving trust behind and forcing my gaze ahead
Here                                           my legs are 90˚

my elbow:                                less a point of me

more          skeletal  angles  resting within planes

and   ignoring   the     strain     in     my     knees.



(Monica)