Well, here’s a familiar to-do – to
Start again yet again, w/ old friends now
Who I hope will yet enjoy this once you’ve
recovered
From all that chocolate, sweet, soggy &
granular.
What do I know about human action?
Is it actually this, or something else?
Variously coloured, delightful &
dangerous
Trapped but trying to fly free.
We need here lists of needful things:
Chocolate ghosts, laying eggs, sour cress
All well flavoured in their tablespoons
Some of it left over from Christmas.
Where it shall wish, hot & strange.
Imagine a room full of poets (oh no!)
All mouthing revolution. Well – better riots
Need a better start than this I fear.
Just follow the instructions. Easy.
Hillbilly kings shall lead the way.
Photos not that difficult & very useful
Then inexorably to crash against objected
power.
The alchemy stuff is fun (like botany)
But they’re both basically metaphors. Beat in
Each bit of ingredients carefully.
You don’t need conference reports here.
Set on this luscious mess to cook it up.
Start with the stuff! Work with what it does!
You are realising where it will end.
Steer & support to its desired resolution.
Always another bowl! Isn’t that just it?
Like poetry, painting, planting – lots of
things going on
Kept in play like you do with a crowd of
children
Growing up into what you have assured them
now.
Oh fuck! – how long will it take to
transform?
All our lives, of course, whether put aside
or riotous.
What goes on not clean, cool & justified
– [laugh!]
But fungible, corrosive and yet creative
Communal also, as it arrives like a rising
wave.
Swim it or surf it. A lot of things will get
broken
Even poetry. Correct theory is just an empty
legend.
In a new landscape, new lives & new
languages.
