A Cut-up poem for Marina
Discovering the appearing objective informational self, 
which having been told I own 
grounded in cross-section determinate 
grounded 
up in the be
from IT the that it's made to be something I am 
The 
Eye 
the perspective 
instead things, objects, can most will 
Kierkegaard. 
I am not closer, half myself in the 
world, 
sitting in the kitchen in September 2007, eating day old 
tortilla chips. 
An adult at one objective 
I exercise will, or having made God, 
Create credential for my way with love 
To be love. To be objective in short order. 
Rituals, customs, closer, artificial as that 6 o'clock.  
6 o'clock appearing [I greater indeterminate, myself ultimate -- carry many as hulled journey -- that which my outside teaching calls God], 
 for much of the world that 
which is called will in the "TheOutside" 
represents what?
It is up, is chips, is all
 about objective perspective nowhere
that that and I  
I am dressed but to be, 
but this is extension 
informational excuse. Must 
now: 
Be just as I am 
movement, plans, 
knowledge, and anotherwhere me. 
At 6:26.  States move 
individuals, all
 has told which I must lose already doing my supposed routine is about up, doing
 world, the and, was made more 6 o'clock in 
some appearing 
meeting represents
 it's the am farther and anotherwhere for greater world, of saves
of one healthy world, appearing  
Myself, my back against glass, yoga, artificial 
sitting, neglecting general, knowhow 
nothing 
the journey, and no 6 o'clock appearing.  
Eye too, at much be. am. 
So having an objective was supposed in the world, this excuse, and already 
I have my consequences. 
Is that me, anyway? 
Appearing official in carrying, 
appearing. I have September, obliviousness, an informational world: 
"'for fear of discovering that [I do] not have proper eyes but glass eyes, and hair made from a floor mat, in short, that [I will be and have already very much become] an artificial product.'
i
n the end, i am just swallowed up in it all
There's only one thing that saves me." 
* These are Marina's words, I simply cut them up and rearranged them. 
 
 
Thank you for this
ReplyDeleteThank you for the amazingly insightful blog post that inspired this poem! <3 We're both just questing for Kierkegaard. Maybe all of us are, whether we're conscious of it or not.
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