Ron Silliman
from Zyxt
Fra il dire et fare
che il mezzo delle Mare
— Mario Savio
For Lyn & Leslie
At the end of the day, we’ll benefit as much from our 360 reviews as from our PBCs (personal business commitments)
The first copy of The New Sentence I see is in a bookstore into which I’ve ducked to escape the hot sun of a street festival
In the pocket of the seatback in front of me, I find a series of photos left there quite obviously by accident
Lit up at night, a baseball field is identifiable from 30,000 feet
Remember phone numbers as series of three- and four-step spatial patterns on a key pad
What is sadder than the small book of well-wrought poems, none spilling over to the next page even, each pretending to its own completeness
His knowledge of the Bronx restricted to the elevated view from the freeway, the monster highrise housing clustered to the east of I95, always curiously silent even to the muted colors whenever he drove past
Pain’s lane is only vaguely against the grain – theory of cuffs – dance facing the mirror
Why bald men still shampoo
As we rise above them into the sunlight, the clouds beneath appear soiled, sooty
Putting the finger to the side of one’s nose to plug a sneeze
Riven, intone the Talking Heads, is a place where nothing ever happens
Intellectual critique as fantasy life
Design of that sweater fuzzes with age
Plan’s flan is grandly in the van
Logism