By 9:00, we had finished composing our first collective poem. The experience of our first reading & writing together was like dictation meets surfing.
If Anything / Result / No One Will Want To See It
A Collective Poem Composed 1/29/09 by the Next Objectivists
Manifest destiny & Amen!
Do so with proper documents
promises, initiations.
The parent schools his child.
Entropy: evolution of this system
broken like the scene
of 40 years ago. Next stop—
individuals pay for sitting in the park.
New England hair cut
eats my heart!
George Bush, a canvas above the bed
showing badly spent money, persuade the
public, with dancing lessons—
What does it have to do
with modern day arrangements?
I’m inviting pretty girls up
to the present.
Tomorrow’s clichés need dancing
lessons. So much
the better, Wilhelm.
The beautiful illusions are intercepted.
You’re a special case, Rita.
One of life’s gambles. An expenditure
of modern-day energy.
& Reggie & I, industrial problems.
What alternate America, not
the first jokes & dreams
all played by real students
A completely reversible world
the whole cost of time
symmetric as Elton John:
individual, private American soul-singer
girlyness, subjectivity a sea-change
abundance is a lost sock
the expansive mileage of corn—
it sucks! distracted, no one followed up
their paper Burger King hats
one color scheme, the only thing
plus utilitarian ceramics
industrial components
action figures & beach chairs
skimming it off the top
$35 an ounce
a device, another set of advices
the height of the Mosquito Summit
President Bill Clinton—
if anything result
there is nothing appealing—
a simple box
a mystery
If anything of a moment
no one will see it—
contact with the world
the world is today
I don’t like
faith, feeling
deeply
cruel—
What do you mean?
What do you call poetry?
No one will see it. There is an
ocean. The current political cliché
is that political diversity, ask Jim, ask
members of non-profits, I sat as a
member, what are you, a pagan?
sausages build rectangular power
the President shall be subject to renewal
in the machine age he arrives, man or boy
a filmgoer could, relationship to land—
look at the mileage of corn & soy
white on white on white:
life’s a gamble dharma cab
physical characteristics of socks
socks that survive, screwing up
his life for women enjoy obscenities
& quantum numbers
A better class of industrial components
customer—already commission on civil rights
sure that there is problems rated to promise
Asian commodities it is neither
no mystery, especially
regarding pink socks individually
others of gold arrangement
had a very good point—
Are you a pagan? Is this what you call poetry?
And indirectly the United States primitive
attempts to fill rectangular power. Shall hold the
office. Each state shall elect the state no Senator
put in a film each frame. It sucks. Is it boring
& oppressive rigor in the Gulf of Mexico.
Amen. Shiny walls, a countertop & tile provide
a world of interests.
The paradoxical position—to trap verse
& arrive at transformation itself—
cranberry red flowers & elegant drapes
ever more luxurious. Imagine
life as a series of surfaces.
Romantic nonsense behind the counter at Burger King
in a one-color scheme on the countertop. In a world
of interest, the state of an electron is quantified
by four numbers: sleigh, country Swedish, upholstered
& blue dazzle.
transformation of self
to path of freedom
as relation to writing
things is the same but the
tone is different—
Notoriously executive Japanese poetry from that
subjective episode record dispute of dead telephone
Take heed masculine flamboyant atoms. Baroque annuities
in turn facilitate cheap poverty
Repression makes
it possible to keep
things together. box
spring, 4-poster, timeless
anchor. Defining a
specific purpose for
every piece of
furniture, every action
every minute.
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