i.

beingalone affects the canvas under language. its hold. its black

throughthe window, the cloth behind the feud. and by the way

it is afeud. a battle about battling. a conflict over

agreement. language works over information.

someonein the audience says:

youmean works over, like in a fight, like a war.

theauthor hadn’t thought of this. says:

                                    well. . . yes

the mansits back in his seat. as in

takesover. as in takes a bullet to a statistic’s brain,

pullsalong generalities in a dead body wagon.

plantslandmines in long redundancies. red herring.

does theediting in hubs of triage, this

theliving, barely breathing language, this

thelanguage with no hope for a new organ, now this

overhere language could be saved, if only

we hadenough oxygen. there is no oxygen. but here,

thislanguage only needs a suture for its passive voice,

a simpleinterrupted stitch for its drone on spiel. [language takes

informationby its hair and rides it

nighttime. it is hardly soft on the reigns, is not some given space

wheresoft falls. this is always responding in defense of the gallop, in defense

of thewhip on the croup. dying is something you have to do on purpose 

in words. likeit or not, it’s some blood banshee wearing a strip of burlap on its forehead.

it’s aspelled out gun toter throwing itself on the enemy’s sandbag daggers.

you’dthink you could say fuck ’em, let ’em think what they want to think 

the manin the audience uncrosses his legs.

and hisarms go up.

so really language has a bone to pick withinformation

theauthor hadn’t thought of this. says

                                    well.. . maybe.

but whatabout the average joe. language

istypical. it only sticks upon repetition.

upontrend. when repeated. when repeated

the lonevoice isn’talways the one winning over information. just ask

ateenager to read a poem and tell you why the poet wrote it.

’cause he crazy.

the lonevoice could be mistaken. everybody says so.

thelonely voice is lonely. listens for someone in the kitchen

clinkingdishes. thinks: it could be worse. it could be

a tapefor widows, artificially domestic.

platesclinking. bags being emptied. the floor being swept.

breath.

II

. forthe absence of

language,there is more than one side.

somebodyhold me once, like you held me.

unassuming. don’t work over me. not yet. don’t

try towin. not yet. don’t already be lost. don’t be a foregone

conclusion. not a tendency. not a trend. don’t already

give up. believe.  (i’ll fight you for it.) (not yet)

wrestlewith it.  (i’ll fight you for it.) stay. i’ll believe it is more than anomaly.

evenanomaly could catch on. if repeated. or.

repeated. could become a trend.

languageworks over information. or. works underneath

it. like a trend. like that which does not bother to fabricate.

to work. that which is the dirt earth housing the explosion

under.

you could say language is really

trying to kill information

for thereduction of dead space, the over and over again suture.

thatwhich is blown apart. before it takes place.

thatwound bleeding open, that

limbsoaking the ground. that tongue parting

thelips, that heat traveling rooms:

only atrained professional can gather the air with

decision. can work with this much absent language. the medic

beginsto feel for the explosion, press for below the ground, below

thehousing of blood and. the horizontal mattress suture. heat spells:

            thisone to an open bed

heatsays:

            thisone is gone

heatmoves the medic closer to some thumping heart lay apart.

chestblown, mouth tongue ripped out. chest gaping,

organsoaking the ground

so language has nothing to lose

compared to information

themedic leans forward. the author hadn’t thought about this: says

well. . . no.

but theeyes are still fluttering. under information.

a kindof anomaly. still working. still trying to move; lone voice

totrend. to live above the intelligence. the flash. in the form

oflanguage. or below information, as in final report. below as a sense

of heat,heat moves the medic’s hand, says:

            thisone believes. stands to lose something. stitch up the heart.

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