Louis Armand Poems

Morning birds on telephone wires talking in secret
brain language. Another 4th of May. Grew old and then.
Last night, listening at words for intimation of.
(The avid crowd. The child-teacher, sunkeneyed,
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Out of the sprawl slouching through the money jungle -
a sound like feet on stairways going up and
down never stops and love is a doleful saxophone
in a cubicle room. Some things are not the way
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i got much more from some charts of the sea i obtained in copenhagen—from these i could measure the distances & for a judgment of heights
Jørn Utzon
1. concrete primal naked forms—
the anti-constructs of
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fixed in mundane matter the prone body—
penumbral man—dissipates, the trace
of an utterly contingent "this" . . .
or dispossessed & devoured by space—
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nuanced like afterthoughts
the delicate arrangement of the foreshore
in variegated shades
of complacency, other vagaries—
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A roof and walls remind that taxes and rent make sense
mostly in colder climates. Gathering in the life-forces -
bottles, jars, cured meats. Prescriptions of ersatz.
Morning for morning, necessity creates junk, given up
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Sick of being governed by what's withheld -
the machines were right, they taught us
to be stupid like them and not suffer. The rest
was easy, lulled by dreamless TV eyes -
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Mouths full of smoke
in a tavern on Gottwald embankment.
The future, so said, isn't what it
used to be. The tribe seated in
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(for Eddie Berrigan)

Continuities lie in wait, long after
you've closed the book.
To undergo once more but for the
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To this brave new world how do you speak about
a question that primarily concerns you?

All told (as says Apollinaire) this obsolete
world makes you snore. A radio under the
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