from precarity
02.20.13 – 03.01.13
hundred years and see bare land and suffer vertigo so little seen
from prominence four hundred years and the same philosophy a few
places siphon sift too
formal which is to say a kind of purity which is
to say the plate is flawed the blue gourd brittle the shell
cracked
that space that we’ve been talking about the curious remainder of the
future imagining ourselves already at the end beyond it even
violence
and splendor somewhere west of Houston
03.02.13 – 03.11.13
a few places precarity like
a new fire
will burn out the roots precarity the count on the calendar
has become confused the world in which we live the moon red in the
night and we miss it
printed on a shirt what we are free radicals
radicales libres eating Lay’s what we learned yesterday fails us today
what we learn today will fail us tomorrow
why not be the snake that
goes on shedding its skin
03.12.13 – 03.21.13
confident another more beautiful one
lies beneath dark night bright moon Mairena vacas now grazing one
lot over brought
over when was it by the Spanish the present history
an anechoic chamber chance occurrence so it is we are perfected
not by
what we do but by what occurs to us the correspondences that
haunted Paracelsus the old excluded orders the female the proletariat
the foreign and as the wind moves as the wind
moves as the and
03.22.13 – 03.31.13
as our boat neared the shore we wept for joy the one beside me lifting
from his one good eye the coin placed there the signature
nowhere to
be seen the
paintings thrown into the river after the exhibition when
it reaches the sea what is the nature of art capitalized capital a sizable
property and on it a sizable house
no home ownable what is the
nature of art one moves and writes over one’s contemporaries hoping
it might be otherwise
04.01.13 – 04.10.13
guan guan cry the ospreys on the island in
the river when it reaches the sea if you don’t learn the Book of Songs
you’ll have no way to speak
in the context of chance what is it that is
permanent that doesn’t erode away breath forwardness
failure latent
in the creaking timbers umbilical cord birth canal
as three coins
tossed six times talent a former weight a sum of money each oarsman
worth his weight in gold don’t worry the old man said he’s only