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    A Bernadette Mayer Reader

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      Then it continues

      as if in a town

      artfulness of a hand

      full of some things

      and not others.

      Eye rests

      and we see what is

      before everything else the same.

      Though this implies a beginning

      to which we ascribe no point

      nevertheless it has an end,

      for no bishop of any importance

      constructs his tomb in a bad time.

      The end which comes

      is not as important as the motion

      held in the air

      pausing in its course.

      To switch then

      reverses the train

      of a running line,

      and as before

      may wheel and address

      to a new location

      to be seen beneath.

      This flying conversion

      sets the scene

      to a bell.

      I have told more

      than can be seen.

      The bell makes its trick

      more than an opera.

      If you have seen the world from a ship

      then you have not seen

      what the ship lets fall into the sea

      to blacken its top and make it grow.

      To get out of this seaport

      you must be a cutter of networks.

      An Ancient Degree

      Life was a thorough pool of restoration

      Which she liked to compare to the councils of the

      Elizabethans,

      Making mazes in the fields and manners of the births

      In which she could partake, thinking to tell good tales.

      The way she was waxing in this difficult design

      Could happen to anyone and in the morning sand,

      The larger contest of her own life, it could be missed

      the same day.

      A field is a useful article with which to tell the

      time—

      To prepare the tales you tell and include new foreign

      countries

      Which are beautiful and full of new designs.

      In this way the landscape reformed her visions,

      Like the battles underscoring their diffusion.

      She did not seek counsel on the strength of these

      revisions,

      An allusion of degree to the wife of sudden passion.

      Swan Silvertones

      Pierrot had the sulphur scratch

      —carload, bad zone, erotic stew—

      kneeling at his feet

      I am looking for you

      I am looking

      swan swan

      nothing but mandrils

      and my sorrow

      I grow tall in the starry zoo

      with carrots or candles

      which are cakes

      come seven, my seven

      revive us again

      sad mobiles over my bed

      swan sucking prick

      no stars

      no eyes

      no waterfalls

      when you left me

      coming & starting

      the oval preacher

      told the panting crowd

      tell love arm fuck lie

      I am a saddened starfish

      meek

      meek as balloons

      I laughed purple

      vowed to ride in wedding yellow

      to fuck Little Black Sambo

      gnaw his red teeth and shot eyes

      garnish him with pepperpots and mistletoe

      I will wed

      a mole egg

      or a soy-faced carcass

      red candles

      in my hair

      a cool sarcophagus of paper trees waiting

      run

      hide

      up down

      down up

      doing what you want me

      we’re both crazy

      and this is a crazy war

      America

      As for me, when I saw you

      You were in a tale

      Thinking perhaps love is coming too

      In America

      Or perhaps as what is belated in a tale

      May come true,

      The scene is simply describing its use.

      You had no hope

      But the length of days, as in the sky

      About which I already knew.

      This gentle information

      Comes as a prescription.

      To notice a friend

      Who is lettering a cloud

      Which otherwise falls indifferently

      Is no mark of distinction.

      This is the difference

      Between the past and dreams,

      To dismiss an effigy

      Which appears to be singing.

      The Port

      We told them the myths about others

      Sitting around the old and stately ship

      And the ship’s table, which had been shipped

      From some faraway port.

      The steward came to call for the mail

      Hoping for a word from a nearby port

      But, like the wine we had drunk too soon,

      Our hearts were with the ship

      Where after all our table had been set.

      Part of our attention was placed

      On the storm which flailed us about as if rain

      Could outweigh the presence of others

      And the old devotion of the captain’s address.

      The captain preferred ancient modes of opening

      To those that were short

      And had intercepted the steward’s letter

      In the course of his own first address,

      Abbreviated with praise for the ship’s company.

      He accused us of being old and drunk

      And of growing mustaches which caught

      In the salt of the sea we were sailing

      If only we could leave the port.

      Dante

      The arms of the king proceed in fire in reflection

      versed with my guide: look and see him.

      As when the shadow’s breath passes light over another tongue

      like the glass tower I seem to see and shrink from

      leaving the wind to itself

      fear makes these pauses to shade and cover with form

      what is transparent as straw in glass.

      Was it to please me that I saw

      what had not been before

      who took myself from before me.

      I failed to ask why I grew cold

      speech could make little of this illusion

      Yet I lost my life without death.

      Who without these can know what he becomes.

      Counterhatch

      In all part in point in singing part in mountains,

      part in point

      the store the ancient the old always have intermissions,

      part of this is too bold, but owning a part of the old

      may turn into science, part to the bold, that’s the ending.

      in quiet parts of the old (now after always a light),

      we silence, not ours but the enemy’s toward an efficiency

      wanting an end.

      the end. We make ourselves richer, we start what’s untold,

      in papers, turned in words not marks, that’s red.

      which is racial (absorbed), where are elements—

      man—to raise, he’s happy

      nothing in detroit that fantasy excludes

      why not (plumber a mass a nude) & so on

      to alternates & averages, averages tombs, two spaces told spaces,

      deny it again, sold.

      question in pleat, the unanimous fold now in rites

      then in bells, execute

      ignore the story build a cemetery

      an abstraction, the end, the owl, where in point,

      language of country, exhort

      so to end the expelling of exploit the untelling of

      dams putting in these reminders of death, t
    hat’s purple.

      toward denying to continue to the end, here by

      continuing the end of . . .

      done we expel them for social, the kind of space of

      the actual, space of breath & with it the space for the

      space of the rest

      as a joke for retelling cannot persist in unpeeling

      all the world’s explorations, we rise to get up at the stroke of . . .

      found what was lost in the heat of . . . white battle & waves &

      found in rough the gut of it, having in melting how. . . .

      the rest in awe, still how in awe, flower

      in laugh in flower in waves. . . .

      & singing & entering & awe again & this time it’s awe of the reverse

      that’s green

      of returning to scream without thinking, the end

      in thinner, of thick, & simplers of trees in parrot to lisp

      “sea anemone,” closed

      apology in rest: research isn’t festive, looking for

      names, burning down piers & papers & scoring the time I’m

      translated to shore on the back of a porpoise

      & to see like a mirror turned on the port

      so for saying injection as far as it goes in the

      arm (truth) of (black symbols)

      will adopt parents that cannot grow (anthem emblem

      knife), a knife for the course that ends like this not like that,

      & they’ll all come to orbit, arbit, in the courts by force

      we’ll make the exchange & to count, continue, to embrace

      forgetting parts important to “in concurrence” that’s grey,

      we’ll fissure the end & cleave in parting by

      statements by surgery by force

      cerebral from parent, dim from latin—everything’s in half

      we do it by force, by the time . . . this is the final please let me

      ending in dive in ring proposing in answer the positions for

      silence growing minerals closed sky another &

      how to prepare . . . rhyme to give phial in waves blank to prompt

      in ending amend that’s brown.

      It Moves Across

      It moves across and over

      across the ground

      it moves across over the ground

      under (by the bridge) the moss

      over the moss

      across the grass the

      grass moves across crossing the

      blades of grass into

      larger fields

      of grass crossing over the

      mounds and hills of

      nothing but grass on top of

      roots of grass

      it moves across slowly

      slowly into

      another field or further

      through the forest still

      moving by

      and by emerging from

      the forest small enough

      moving

      the same rate

      under the bridge next to the

      trees next through the

      trees missing them moving

      around them still

      crossing like the trees

      the trees over

      like blades of grass the

      grass over as a bridge goes over

      bridges

      bridges over the trees

      it moves across the hills

      like a field over the fields

      like field on field

      of a hill of a hill

      as if the forest

      into its forest

      on the ground like the ground over

      it

      stopping over

      near a patch of grass.

      Sonnet

      name address date

      I cannot remember

      an eye for an eye

      then and there my

      this is

      your se

      cond ch

      ance to

      history

      repeats

      itsself

      and a tooth

      for a tooth

      is a tooth:

      X ON PAGE 50 at

      half-inch intervals

      upper left corner to lower right corner: (in the margin), (at a line), (inside a photograph—at hair), (inside a photograph—at bridge of nose), (inside a photograph—at left jaw), (in an empty space above agonies), (in an empty space between been and not), (at Los), (at and), (in an empty space above will), (in an empty space below the), (in an empty space above Herman), (in an empty space between curious and Washington), (at inevitable), (at aside), (in an empty space between but and UN), (in an empty space between lunar and in), (in an empty space above seems), (in an empty space below can and at the center), (in an empty space), (in an empty space), (in an empty space), (in an empty space between Washington and Tom), (at matters), (at Dodd), (at be), (at explaining), (in an empty space above this), (in an empty space below Dept.), (at evasion), (at and), (at a comma), (in an empty space between two spaces), (in an empty space between two spaces), (at then), (in an empty space next to purposes), (in the margin)

      upper right corner to lower left corner: (in the margin), (at a line), (in an empty space), (in an empty space), (in an empty space below waste), (in an empty space between Harriet and will), (in an empty space above astronauts), (in an empty space below we), (in an empty space above man), (at clever), (at bronzed), (in an empty space), (at a dot), (in an empty space below reminding), (at and), (in an empty space between have and will), (in an empty space between debate and U.S.), (in an empty space), (in an empty space below can and at intersection), (in a photograph—at left side of forehead), (in a photograph—below left ear), (in an empty space), (at that), (at his), (in an empty space between be and an), (at the), (in an empty space between State and Senator), (at that), (at equal), (in an empty space between and and the), (in an empty space), (in an empty space above neighborhood), (in an empty space between not and then), (at self-governing), (in an empty space between -izing and of), (at disruptions), (in the margin)

      The Red Rose Doesn’t,

      The Rose Is Red Does

      As there were four where anyone seldom

      so one seldom here where something

      a not too red rose speaks

      though speaks here seldom the red rose does

      as four where no one as if anyone ever spoke

      as the four where one never

      here where no one seldom seldom

      as the rose where no one spoke

      so one never speaks because something

      not the rose never anything

      speaks for anyone seldom one

      one though seldom for the red rose

      four for the red rose doesn’t as it does

      some four where seldom anyone

      not too seldom seldom something

      something red where no one spoke

      anything spoken as a rose

      the rose & four were seldom anything

      something speaks as if they were

      speaks though as the rose where no one spoke

      though four for the rose does not make four

      some for the rose & some for seldom

      some were red though seldom rose as red

      for four where no one spoke were four

      of anything something for something of a rose

      something rose but no one spoke

      as if the rose were something spoken

      seldom red seldom anything but the four

      where no one spoke were something like

      the something seldom in a rose rose.

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      for Gerard Rizza

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