Jarry Meander

Geometry : this is the science

 

The spiral is made by the blank space surrounding

So too with any shapely absence

I do not write, only the page surrounds

 

Linguistics : this is the science

 

between these lines every other word exists

gutterwords

alleyspeak

the thieve’s can’t talk of

what’s under the floorboards

 

Imagine : this is the science

 

events are exceptions

 

I write

once

that is an exceptional event

 

I write again

once

that it is an exceptional event

 

A ‘proposition : p’aesthetics

The art of exceptions

this is the science

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Tasty Recollections

Eadem Mutata Resurgo

Ich stehe aus gleiche obwohl geändert

I arise the same, though changed

Changed and the same,

Sham, shame, schagame, champagne?

Eadem stehe aus arise

to you all are arise

Non Eadem

 

Nicht stehe aus

No I in the latin, no you

Just same like a tumor is the same

it grows, it makes same upon same

implications are lost by my mouth’s cancer

swallowing your words to digest them

All I know is an aftertaste gone up in smoke

perhaps richer than before, delicious memory

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(A translation of an untitled poem by H.C. Artmann)

a louse in the wristwatch house… gadzooks! a louse beneath the teeth of time… when the wheels first feel the itching – then it is lost…

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something uneasy (A translation of H.C. Artmann’s “etwas ungutes”) have you not marked? the knife there on its own all by itself stirred… from cellar to roof no man, nor cat nor mouse is housed and that confounded knife has gone and stirred itself…   there is something wrong! there is something between us! there is something uneasy between you and me… a knife can not be like that not so alone stirring completely by itself i have shivers in my blood she asks all the time:   have you not marked…? have you not seen it…??