In

in

...here

....................n't


*


in

wood

does

...............nt
...................................................t
.....................................................read


*


in
....where we
....stayed
..................................................NO DREAM
t......................................................................?
........................................it
stead

............................................niggling
stand
............................................length


*


nope, loop

soucience

soup


*


....................................property


sky

................at rest

........................................blue
........................................is its
........................................remainder
.................................rent


*


innit
................................you <------->it

................stant
............................mix
........................................t


*


........................surrounds


three songs
crow pass
es hawk
in air
or wall
nut not
bud ed
........yet


*


duce

(in de

patch

blotch


*


or of


*


in chinese
no spell
spill it
....o.u.t.

............................................to


*


form to
......give ............................sub
................................ord.....in.....ate


*


to the time not taken (took):

there is this false sense of own




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Today's reading: Larry Eigner's Readiness / Enough / Depends / Upon. Eigner is best taken in large doses, entire books of whatever length. What seem to be notations of the arrangements of objects, the drift of phenomena into constellations over a span of time (the poems often seem to be written in a very short time--or, more often, over two days, which is fascinating for such brief works), turns out to work on the border between that sort of descriptive notation and a notation of constellations of pieces of language. External phenomena and the language that refers to them begin in strict analogy, then drift apart to varying degrees. And the subject matter drifts and shifts in surprising ways, so that we go from frequent descriptions of weather, trees, streets, sights and sounds to jokes, meditations, responses to other writing, even one pretty dark poem of historical atrocity. I wrote today's poem while about halfway through the book, after which I found, at the beginning of a longer Eigner poem dated 10.26-7.93:

...............................o n e o r t w o
in............................t h i n g s c a n b e
(to)....................................s p e c u l a t e d
an
empty
sky
surrounding
so
many