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The thing about not
cleaning himself
Dick | 1
Also my v-neck sweater. Its grey wool, I lent it to my little brother. Except he took it
without asking. And my pants that zip or my maroon nylon jacket that zips like
before.
But brother and sister/brother should always share, especially if they
exist in the same dimensions.
I unzipped my chest
I am not sure about the spacing and the timing.
Immanuel is useless here. There is no God here. Wait. Excuse me, what does God
mean?
My little brother is named Gregory unless Stevie. Unless he is my friend, like Fredric
was Fredricks. I.e. Shelleys was Hugh Dillonsbut possibly not Holden Lems. Ditto
Georg Howel was.
Isaak becomes Igor or Gregor or Stefek or Stevie, Fredric becomes Stevie or Shelley,
Frederic becomes Stevie or Shirley or Sherrill, George becomes Gyorgy or Georgie or
Gregory or Stevie, Gregory equals Stevie, Gregory should be Grigor. No, Grigory.
I dont know who my friends are. Are there friends? Or only rooms? They have books
with names who can befriend you. Only the ones in books or who write them are my
true friends and comrades.
A friendship could go down the drain of the sink. Then the drain is slow and
clogged as if from lost hairs.
Your big head could sink low onto your weak chest, weigh it down.
Some people are funny and comfortable so the people laugh at them and
adore them.
Some people have a system or found one so they are very popular.
I thought, Quit laughing at me. Forget your Aufhebung! I dont want to be
liked anyway.
Dick | 2
It isnt charming when no personal hygiene of the Jesus tits with the halo
nipples. He was trans when they sewed him.
The problem is with reason i.e. discursivity
I dont want to think anymore!
I need to eat. I am starving from a longing
Jeanne DArc was given bread and a tower and rhythms with repeats by Robert.
No guards to bring me toast
I am not protected here
She was not protected there
They spied on her through the small hole in the defense
My room is getting very serious like a situational semantics
I never read that book. It was brick red and thick with technique flakes and
pump fakes.
Forget the logical machinery, its too heavy now that I am weaker. It
hurt my wrists ambivalence
Weak sex
Hugh lost his Susette. Once I had a Suzanne. Later I had a Liliane. Because
they meant the same flower.
She wouldve made me toast.
I stand up to go eat. I miss my grey v-neck sweater.
There is no first principle but there is a first poem. Is this it?
*
The desire is to flow like a river or how the ink spills out of your pen. But selfconsciousness.
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Later it could devolve into wistful senseless doodles of a minor. Some noodling with
magic markers but a different idealism from that other Fredric aka Noel Wallis who
was a God premise.
There is no first poem or each poem is the first poem or there is only one poem, first
and last.
But that doesnt follow from anything. But it penetrated through the hole in the top
of your head.
But is the supreme metaphysical connective, so he said it. He said aber.
Sometimes my head wound hurts, even though it is the past.
The staples got removed.
*
The Alp could be French, Swiss, German, Austrian or Italian, therefore in different
languages. But there is also a private mountain of three weeks
Oh veer
O vain
Over
Could have been where it all started i.e. the end
Then bangs into Bertrand Russell qua comic book
The meanings of bangs blow up, fly off like my or my brothers spittle.
Russell means red, Bertrand means bright raven, raven means black. Ergo The Red
and the Black. The Bildungsroman in French. This translated into that, like novel
Julian or youth. Hugh Dillon did translations, Holden Brent did transpositions.
A German man went to France to be a private tear
It rhymes with hair
Or Tr or Turm or Tour or tour
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That was supposed to be finished already. It will never be finished, dead, whole.
Garrets incompleteness! Garret = Gdel + Kurt
How the world shrinks to an existentially bound window. Polite formalism
fortification. Versus paranoiac logic w/ non-identity.
All along the garret, sang medieval Jimi.
The tower of Hugh Dillon stayed yellow.
Its said that I have five months until I lose IT and they lock me up. All I will have
left is the I and the OVER-I. By the middle of December I was in a French notebook.
But now I am back in Switzerland, I mean Germany. But they speak French in
Geneva, dont they? But Geneva is universal like chocolate or the inchoate
indeterminate.
I want it. I want to be the It-girl.
No no, I want to lose It.
But this was supposed to be about him, not me. When will it?
Rhone = Rhein i + o. Being frank, you could lose yourself. The purity paradox?
That technique is worn out also. It yields no current revelation, only a stale cracker.
The feeling of nothingness streams in bits. You leave it but you return to it.
Therefore it must have been there before the excursus.
I hung around, ungermane. They had no use for me. I mean philosophy. My little
brother Gregory/Stevie said, Stick to natural subjects. Unless that was my older
brother Johnnie/Gunther or my other brother the other Stevie. Then my little brother
Gyorgy/Stevie who is another Gregory borrowed the sweater of philosophy as
poetry. But thats good because he is very brilliant and scintillating and we are close
in size as brothers or schoolmates at the Stift. But then he did not answer my
Romantic letter i.e. e-mail. I.e. epistolary novel. So no brotherly love journal with
varsity letters like a school sweater which all of us could wear.
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The page starts with Nichts, ends with niedrig. Being a nothing/nothingness/void
entails being low/inferior/humble. In between come words like incompetent, vague,
steel-rimmed spectacles, depressed, defeated, lay down, lie down, suppress, and
shatter. Spectacles can shatter like friendships. My friend/brother has glasses with
black plastic frames. No, that is I, his sister/brother, my brother wears contacts.
Then the view gets vague and blurry.
Indeterminate, universal, inchoate
versus
determinate, singular, developed
It takes whatever for a friendship or brotherhood to develop, whatever for it
to be eternal.
Snips or snippets connote cut-off hair or notes
Black hair once orange
France became Germany
Nobody knows exactly what happened in those three weeks. Perhaps we should
investigate further.
*
O.d. on night? I do a hit of his poem.
Wrong Key/Grundton/Doppelgnger (A Night Night Song)
Where are you, young licks! Doused, Im more mussed,
Destroyed, decked-out suicide, where are you, licks?
The hurt wakes, decks wrath,
Stammering night straitjackets my shimmer.
Once Id lack names, follow dusk crayons of woods, hark
To soft wild ones on the jungle gym, not the nothing!
Never dashed, a Hlder not dumb
Fable, since almost too lifted you came bird fast,
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You dunk your heads, you douse your heads, you drop your heads,
your dip your heads, you poke your heads, you thrust your heads
Its winter, on the flowers, and where, its winter, upon the flowers,
and where
And shade of the earth, and shading of the earth, and shadow of the
earth, and shatter
Walls stand, walls standing
Clattering vanes, clatter of vanes, clatter the vanes, the vanes clatter,
the vanes rattle, rattling vanes, clinking of vanes, creaking of vanes, chinking
of vanes, jingling vanes, weathervanes, vanes of weather, vanes of whether,
the vanes
produce
harmonic distortion
I cant getme no
no satisfaction
no no no no
hey hey hey
thats what I
say
*
Half of Dislodging
With yellow fear hang it
Umfall with
Does
Ear
wild
racing
Lenz tendency,
holding
swingng,
Undrunk infant
Inked ear
guessng
of head
wo yellow ow , woe
Asphyxiate,d by
Dense
And
w/o
shattering
flower, wer
undo
appearance,
the
order?
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Dim hours
stain
wound in
clinking .
Half of Lyric
With yellow
And
hangs
with
The
the
Swans,
And
from
You
head
In the holy
when
, the
The
Shades
Walls
Speechless
wind
Rattles
Creaks
Yellow
Full
Wild
Lovely
Drunk
Holy sober
Speechless, cold
Half Punctuation
,
,
,
,
?
,
.
Have To Be Leaving
1
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The Rhone. HI ROAD. That was in the other planet.
I meant plan
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Now the glasses arent sitting right so everythings blurry like the Milky Way. Or else
my vision has deteriorated.
Regarding the appearances: milk or dark?
There is so much to say that I will never
Unruly Notebook!
Him as fragment
Broken premises
Unbildungsroman
Unbelted novel
Where is
I do not know where to put
everything
meant to go?
*
I meant
to go?
The isolation
of borrows
paradoxes
or all lend
on a paragraph
Where
is
this?
Pair is
perish?
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Or the recovered
fragment
Hlderfragment
Or cover
*
The beggar tone and the godman tone: alternations.
He worked on his tone
poems
Is there more?
Ill tell you when its ready.
Right now its
broken.
*
How the projects should take you into them, like loving sisters such as Heinrike,
Ottla, Grete, Clara, Lili. Or their brothers. But maybe they banish you
*
But I wasnt aka I didnt.
I left part of my name out, then I liked it better.
I walked like a dead man, is it because his philosophy is so much more optimistic
than mine?
Or because I undressed the concept of siblings?
My friend Gregory finally answered my letter. Unless that was my brother Grigor.
The building novel in amorous letters, the demolishing novel in isolated notes
ill morose
amorphous
all aimless
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Holden Brent or Hildebrand or Brand Ishmael or Hyper Ian? I could lose my mind
over the problem of the Is identity! How its always morphing.
I feel flat. The bad 2-dimensional.
Did a yellow taxi flatten me?
On pavement, they can repaint the white lines.
I havent thought about Jesus even though I ought to.
I havent felt Jesus.
He came not to make pieces but with a Hildebrand.
To make a pussy!
I ascended the staircase. My building is red outside, blue inside, like my mouth. Its
gums are blue, its stairs are yellow. Unless its walls are yellow, its teeth are blue.
With filled-in cracks.
I cannot see into the distance. My chest plates broken so I cant spin it like an LP.
Shards lay everywhere.
My father wasnt really. But my brother was. Another was Friedrich.
His nails grew long. His teeth were his identity. So they admitted it.
In the perambulator she bit the orderlies, using her savant talent.
The room grew serious. The laugh fell into the sink.
You dont need a bathtub. You can be frank in the sink. It has worn-out salvaged
fixtures.
I was still writing to salvage my philosophy qua poetry. But it has rusted and the
fragments are weird shapes. The opposite of a puzzle.
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half-?
*
Its tough to work this out when everything keeps changing.
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melancholic
sexaholic
alcoholic
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hole/ich
Freedom? I dont understand that yet. Free verse was a hairstyle or vertical logic w/
the identity predicaments.
Its a compulsion but its also pleasurable.
I will hide by myself. I do not wish to publish, I wish to perish.
Unlike Stevie, whose
flopping is a pose.
The yellow tower comes afterward.
The yellow tower is an afterword.
They were kidnapping me. They kidnapped me and took me to a how-to-write clinic.
The long fingernails and toe nails. The long unwashed hairdo. Locked-in syndrome.
No, dont rush to that. Today you are hygienic like that good 16 year-old son Gregori
who finally gets his own room away from his 12 year-old brother Stefan or his
former self with make-out parties. Before the death class with the graph paper
notebook.
After seven minutes in heaven i.e. the foyers walk-in closet with the young boys,
you get discharged from the army of good soldiers w/ brave little woods. Given three
years to live, you end up living on for thirteen. But I thought you only had five
months. Oh, that was beforehand
action or inaction
stricken by
Her unfinished work B V ~B, aka Helmet, P. of D. showed signs of mental
interiorization.
Her unvarnished work B & ~B, aka Holden, Prince of Dark Ink showed signs of
spiritual deterioration.
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Not staying in the moment because you want to hold on to something like a proof or
narrative or system.
Then you scrape your head on something or something scrapes your head.
Such as yellow.
Scared sick (= ill).
A tear. A yellow scar. A brand. Obsessive perturbation.
This poetry has to be transubstantiated into philosophy. Or no, this philosophy into
poetry, because he quit the battle. But isnt it still secretly philosophy? Or like the
godman?
But if he doesnt talk about a paradox, can I talk about the paradox and still
be him?
But I should be the paradox!
A pain word is a groan.
My mouth hurts.
Dick | 23