Mike Magee's "Ode to the Writers House"
Ode to The Writers House ('s Birth and other Births)
begins where we've been Free Landing
small gathering
in good standing also good seating
everyone said it was a special day b/c I spilled special sauce
on the couch
thinking Big Macs a block away
out past the Locust Walkers
kitchen counter diction
dirty talk
from the shadow cabinet
smoking a nun's habit
ideas being ad-Vanced
days of the roundtable
and the precarious
chairs
days of the turntable
and the random
vinyl samples played
over ample vocal pamphlets on Hegel
if you were a smurf
which smurf would you be
and which would be most like Fichte?
(hint: Kant is "Brainy")
in between
events
between eventually
write a "Talk" *On a Stair*
here a Moxley crew concert Evansually
Santa's got a brand New Sentence
baby needs a new paradox
not a house in an open field
but a field in an open house
not projective verse but
a versive project
unaverse to
projecting
versions -What's your job?
-I make music.
-What's *your* job?
-I make people miss trains so that 20 minutes and $20 later they can eat
bagels and discuss the *Love Songs* at *The Oyster's Perel*.
-What's *your* job?
-I'm supposed to wander in every Tuesday and ask where something is.
-Good. I was afraid there'd be no one to do that.
((knew there'd be
someone
putting poems to DAT & more
than dat
unbelievably and true
knew there'd be
others
to half-do diss
and hald-do *this*
always and never just a series
of "random roman mama"
making sonnets out of parts of sonnets out of parts of "mainly unlike"
Bernadette Mayer
transatlantic antic
cryptic triptych
crossing on the virtual margins
sores on the tip of the mother tongue
absent chatter hard to a-
void where prohibited
speech serves its time
"all the way live" she said
beginning
at a beginning...
said "I think I said" said "ceilings enumerous" & suddenly enormous
old lessons
in scaf-
folding
put
to test
classes in pre-party labor
if you can't bring the people to the pulpit...
sharin' responsibility
be east high and risin'
Burroughing to
basement play
casting into
the audience
says, "can't write...once upon the end...on a hideous rug"
I See A Show
"crossing the street" she
and the cactus from New Mexico" hoping
not to get F-censored
in the meantime
*well you needn't*
out of
pre-Nate-al
quiet
belted in
chastity chats
talkin' Philly and film in the paint-
chips without keys
chance to hear 'Low voice generating
half-controllable polysyllables
following tones rolling unpredictably
permutable
"called it
a" W "sometimes
called it a" letter
the option of a hoped opening
which opens options
over an opposed opening of
closed hopes
an over-
opening
over
a posed
opening
a re-opening is an opening
that was your opening
this could be your opening
opening at an opening
is the opening opening
