Oscillations in the Key of Wanting
Written Fall 2022
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It is not I that
moves, but
some darker body
some aching system
that looks like me
and yet could not
be more distorted –
It is not I that
sees, but
some twisting mesh,
some thin membrane like a furnace, that
siphons beams of
beaded light –
There are rows of
bending orbs, and
columns stretching
in every direction:
even the ones we
cannot perceive — and
sometimes, within the grid, I catch my
own image wrapped
around the sockets
in my mind.
Seamlessly, I cut
away the skin that
separates me from myself
until I am bare thread:
ragged and exposed to
anyone who knows
how to look.
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I am liquid constant,
acid running,
a ribbon cutting and
thrashing as
people funnel
past concentric plugs and stoppers mounted on rusted wires, past
heaps of corrugated steel
and two hanging moons,
small engines moving like smoke,
pulsing sweet and clean like spit.
Time tumbles on, turning
over gravel and
crumpled iron fences, over
bright orange tubes and
barbed wire loops:
asphalt, slate, tin, bronze; reeling
past red brick buildings with pointed roofs,
past picnic tables, telephone lines,
broken palettes, broken pipes,
distant bells, tanks of propane --
A child cries;
the train whistles.
Smoke stacks burst forth, rotten, singing
a sadness that is
also an opening.
What is this restless machine?
Why does it sound like the wind?
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Something beats inside
the red dark,
something like a husk,
or a chrysalis;
I barely remember.
Before the birth,
before the wanting,
I had no teeth and
felt no shame.
I had
sugar toes, I
clung to the night chain, I
felt everything I
wasn’t supposed to feel.
A hinge –
falling,
unlinked, now I
am what I fear:
I swallow my love
and my love swallows me.
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Desire is like
an open circuit,
coiled in upon itself
and bounded by
its own exhaustion.
Longing, insatiable:
the body rendered incandescent
will wind itself into a frenzy, and fall
into an ever-dimming sleep.
What use is it to fight against the wanting?
I am no more than what I am.
When life itself is contradiction,
there is no sense in punishment.
Make me metallic, so that
I can be free and clear
like falling water.
The surface –
it folds like bone, and
again I come undone. But something hangs
between the plates, something mirrored, that
never dies. I almost wish I
hadn’t seen it –
now I know too much.
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A simple pendulum –
a dampening film –
four waves emerge and then collide.
Noise springs into being,
the cells compelled to join, and
suddenly, nothing is stable.
incisions –
impressions –
an inversion –
Yes: we are moving boulders.
Yes: we are transformed.
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Free from color,
the seed endures.
One basin, one
constantly replenished body,
one circular mouth,
discreetly bounded,
multiplying steadily,
with determination,
as if it were the first child
ever to be made,
not yet knowing death,
but growing,
growing, despite
the unknowing.
A head
swells.
A tongue
splits.
The raw tissue writhes, shedding
layers and
layers of
uncountable wounds.
Afterward, the cord recoils, and
everything falls away.
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[Text collaged from artist statements by Eva Hesse, the trial of Joan of Arc, and instructions by Yoko Ono]
1 – art is what it is –
At the stake,
Scream.
2 – tension and freedom –
alone! Yes, alone:
Against the wind,
3 – opposition –
I know neither the day,
against the wall,
– contradictions –
nor the hour.
against the sky.
4 – abstract symbol –
Is it time… already?
Listen to the sound of the earth turning.
5 – not symbols for something else –
Relapsed heretic, apostate, idolator –
Listen to the sound of the underground water.
6 – detached but intimate/personal –
to me, she is a saint.
Put your shadows together until they become one.
1 – that may or may not happen, possible –
Joan, be brave.
Raise your hand in the evening light
2 – happening by chance –
Sweet God,
and watch it until it becomes transparent
– accidental –
I accept death gladly…
and you see the sky and the trees through it.
3 – conditional –
but don’t let me suffer too long.
Stand in the evening light until you
4 – a group or body forming part of a larger one –
Will I be with you tonight in Paradise?
become transparent or until you fall
asleep.