href="#u9d56eefd-1133-5cc0-8e9b-1a8c894d17ee">The Temporary World
Beginning with a Sentence by Jack Spicer
Lesson in the Scientific Method
Beginning with a Line by Ezra Pound
Beginning with a Sentence by C.P. Dadant, First Lessons in Beekeeping
Beginning with a Line by Jackson Mac Low
Dispersing Surface
Ending with a Passage from Exodus
All things that are found on the earth go by the names of elements of natural [bodies].
—Carl Linnaeus
Each art must use its tools; each soul its body.
—Aristotle
Beginning with a Line from Exodus
And daubed it with slime
and pitch, and put the child therein.
A particular pitch, a daring
daub, he floated
among the cradles,
he floated to. Remember
the bodies
and a bauble, selved
with slime and pitch.
The child floated to.
Sinecured
to false heavenly, a birth
mark. To be a
possibility therein, pirated
pitch, a version.
Locusts come later; now,
he looks like someone’s
child there among
the rushes. To be
daubed, appear as
what he’s done.
Coast Live Oak
The oak has a language in it.
A buzz, a veiling buzz
insists on the I wish.
If you wish, the oak is buzzing, not
from swarming, simply alarming,
the dogs inflecting
inside their boxes and chains.
Listen, listen through.
I have lost the I have.
I carry a card to unlock forbiddens,
a silent card that screams.
In the true heart of Sunday
the grass reforms its composite
self, screaming menace,
claimed in substrate,
the step-
child of the Chronicler.
It won’t speak grammatically.
It will
