Letters to Bob Creeley

Letter 1

Grouchy
that week,
urging to place the
ultimate location,
I suffered,
grounded in
contradictory gibberish,
shelved music in the snow
wasn’t able to uphold
your personable mind
& core of you --
witnessed & cognitive,
observed myself as
random, brat-like
an excess
of dispersal

Letter 2

Is there an upper
limit of relations?
Musical answers for-
ever deflected
in the crises
of personal
parameters,
a sliding
of felicity
under precision,
a desire to receive
the entire thought
in a single
particle;
talking for me
is always &
should not be
performative

Letter 3

Theatrical positive
whilst absorbing
always a space

on it as most
creaking to downtown
floating summer

this is act
vellum of banks
focus you sanctioned

no thought undone
flourishes that
exaggerate the trace

Letter 4

I’d said I wanted to unsay, for
it is always wrapped up, inter-
polated from outside, drifting
from thought to speech to
                                             phones --
process of dimension,
the gap of the static,
speech, never any apparent
analysis;
things like
friends are the real condition,
on the bridge attempting
to shelve the self,
& IT WAS GOOD TO
SEE YOU TALK
& hear YOU
with others & the worst
my fault, if only
language arose

Letter 5

forever then
the case
of form
is from

Letter 6

Is most limitation,
an affirmation, the eye or mouth
integral of procedure
recalled, a physical

distinction, the referent
of commodity, the social cont(r)act.
So the accused
falls almost for say,
& getting also who
are hunches, all
illness turns is
obsolete & I’d say
for the emptiness
go for procedurality

Letter 7

This is the space
I rent
a suspicion of litany
bedrock worn down
to material
the use of the following
an open window
a loss of production
can't make my mind, but projections
undermine it. The plane has taken off,
the airports baffling emotion,
other voices
perhaps the elements,
rather than something on paper
troubled by
this complexion

Letter 8

So I’m shaving
because the universe
is rhythm mechanics, rules of verse,
the actual at dusk
obsessed with conduction
& cream, the rollicking months
sutured beyond habits that spell,
you enter born the addressor
the wintering flags/birds
a development of trees/these
are you all that implies?
what is the verification of pieces?
can you intention?
is this in the passed?
what about that tern?

will another constitute the predicate?
is it a distance?
patterns are swollen by matches/mouths
to explain at a rate
the value that all depends
& already that part of

Letters to Charles Bernstein

Letter 1

If spaces
between buildings,
all spaces between
buildings are --
do not pause
solid eight
eight ball
from the entered room,
the tenderiser
with just twenty,
an epoch
flanked by trucks

Letter 2

Alongside for example,
in her erection
as a slight urban --
& of course I’m absolutely a Protestant in stillness,
sudden commence
out of furrowed
in your Marxian driveway.
B’coz the cattle cannot hear you
which fails or thrives,
the writing of applying
start                sense
this asthmatic text in one day
the two hundred & thirty one - sixty nine
whatever it was,
as balanced
at ease
the regime’s
non-stick pans

Letter 3

sailing with a school book
I’m sitting up on ramps,
existence must be a part to handle
in it,
speak of
the rim of brings,
the first I
coming
my one in sentences,

a habitat of represent.
A room from a liver-coloured priorness,
swim, then, by the backs
into typewriters,
the prologue of light bulbs
in the park

Letter 5

Or probable
its shape is countryside,
fundamental
making relate, to retain
with a a budget, I don’t mean sculptured,
how he came
& remembering it
at normal speed
except of doubt,
those who have the right to know, what happens
all working up --
do I have an engagement?
as then I thought
putting
to recognise for doing this
& find out how much
‘this’ is an issue,
& I head a machine
to be open
for anyone in interrogation

Letter 6

Oxyacetylene
in breaths
banning the trees,
didn’t bowing,
belfries are averages,
deposit as incoming portraits
sold stuff of photos,
inhabited
durational sticks
as consensure dissolves,
platform spots,
bird that phone
wall that luck --
a perfect squeaking
for a placebo

Letter 7

to the dish
pocketing accidents
culling witnesses
with a clad
a banner & a clicking
whistle

Letter 8

In breaths,
unlike girls,
should call them women
& not ladies,
either radiator
or dogs’ distemper,
means it’s calm,
the shout crabs
in drums nodular
& grounding pack
never a cathedral,
run so smooth
as to be termed
the call -- a gesture
something moisturised,
not a station.