from NUMBERS: A Poem
420. Countless detail.
420. Some danger we’re in.
421. Days outside. And generic anvil.
422. If true. Days slitter the skin.
421. Scars splattered. The face.
421. Historic detail.
422. Along banks. Its maudlin sort.
422. Slum-dwellers like mongoose and snake.
423. Avaunt. The face.
423. Its repetition would say.
423. Quite enough to cast memory palpitate.
423. Detail: Follow the face.
424. Bright future. Mechanical sign.
425. Commerce. Rotten laughter.
426. In distortion. Swabbed away beauty.
427. Were pistol its invitation.
428. City bore within.
428. Streets, squares, markets digested.
429. Wild in the margin. Dead as well.
429. Months stole the body.
429. Felt for seam. Felt criminal.
429. Strand of hunger then boredom.
429. Holding their breath.
430. Close distance. Entirety and all.
431. Few features remained.
432. Lowered the depth. Dazed still.
433. Thus here, if here with image and frame.
434. Spinoza: Sub specie aeternitatis.
435. Schelling: Frozen music of architecture.
436. Architecture of single straight line.
437. Fundamentally varied.
438. Along the canal and alleyway.
439. In the push of conditions.
440. Another direction and form.
440. Like a map of a rat.
440. In the cavity of entry.
441. Adorno: Not just mad. Rational.
442. Color run wild.
443. And broken pieces soon after.
444.
1. The line is a complex.
2. The complex is relational.
3. The complex is often obscured.
4. The line is often silent when it speaks.
5. The line is often obscured when it speaks.
6. The complex is often a complex of relations and power.
7. The nature of relations and power is ‘other’ than the subject.
8. The silent other is ‘alongside’ one’s apprehension of the line.
9. The apprehension of the line is often limited by what it says.
9. The apprehension of the line is often limited by what it does not say.
10. The line is merely an outline of itself.
11. The line defines space.
11. The line defies space.
12. The space of the line permeates our life.
12.
pablo lopez
Bio:
Resides: Oakland, CA
Co-edits: comma, poetry (w/ LaBerge)
Cat: Keats