Canto II Dasius had a why, but we have no
what :
a ripped script— Bassus sd/ “Things won’t be undone or
golden’d”— dust breath swirl swirl swirl dry kiss— This kiss is the clearing of spirit to
spirit who
knows not the joining of
male and female, yet his penis is aroused— “Thou art a man, God is no more, Thine own Humanity learn to Adore.” Is it or isn’t it a sacred BONE to pick that poetry rhymes too
well with poverty— : see how cartwheels circumscribe cartwheeling adults while children hold the script pinned to ground then branch out as starfish circling prey— Time-lapse camera— courses circulating as wheels upon wheels: radio dials, thumbscrews, jar lids, berets, French press, pound
Sterling, Puck, ashtray, eraserhead— “You’ll never be a saint”— The script’s spine has no confla gra max pan tum wha cert Vieni, respirami vicino, che io scopra la docezza— The script says here was Camden
bound a
faery— but isn’t there always— one evil
faery it was workt night, with amoroso
pleasing— and this fair thing brought low many a nectar seeking lad, curly tresses and all : boys being boys and faeries being faeries only one boy had the constitution to resist said faery for a time, a short time, until said faery unhooked her fair tresses and let them drop daintily around her shoulders and nether regions at which point the boy surprised himself there by the Hummer by the Ganges by the Hudson by the Mekong perhaps a vision or a few bits of entreaties to lay off before she laid to no avail for he, the boy that is, had fallen Q.E.D. envoi My baby daughter thinks us poor because she sd/ “are we pure?” and I sd/ “yes, of course we’re pure,” but she meant ‘poor’ not knowing we are all saints that way : so come light a cheery fire and bring wheel, bone, script, and breath— spill
the wine, crumble
the bread— sing
the dirge, and
dig the grave— sop
the vinegar, and
sharpen the stick— the alligators and the otters will listen to our song : great blue herons and snowy egrets will,
too— throw some scrub oak and redbay on the
flames : throw in the live oak, too— weave with the palmetto and sable palm : roast some cooter and mix the perloo— boil stone crab and coquina clams : meet us beneath the Spanish moss— have some smoked mullet on your crackers :
have some key lime pie, too As the gods ask for power that cannot be bought for
gold sprung burning like incense they know only the aroma, as one inhaling an aroma is sweetened : an outmost crystal a recumbent flame Now, the gods give you rest— to sleep is not a dishonor when trials are
done. May your dreams be peaceful, and may lovely friends lie close and give
you warmth. May the gods wake you when the time of challenge is near— when wheel rolls downward for you to stop, when bone turns deep in the mountain’s door, when breath blows hard in your face and script calls for players on the stage— then meet, hang, and finish well— for the bonefire is hot, Dasius, and the birdsong you hear calls you.
Notes: Line
7. fr. Ein Sof and the Sefirot, Kabbalah 8.
– 10. Tao Te Ching #55 11.
– 12. William Blake fr. The
Everlasting Gospel part C 35.
– 36. Patrizia Cavalli fr. “Lontano
dai regni” –Come, breathe close with me so I may discover the sweetness 41.
– 42. John Berryman fr. Dreamsong
#32 87. Redbay is an evergreen 90. Cooter is a freshwater, softshell turtle,
and perloo is a rice stew. 95.
– 96. Inferno Canto XIX 99.
– 100. fr. The Aroma of Infinity, Kabbalah 101. William Empson fr. “Bacchus”
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