Poem’s Latest Visit to Nowhere
Poem spent the day interviewing
a spoke from a bicycle wheel that was all
that was left of a Schwinn he’d had ten
years ago. He was interested
in the spoke’s relationship
to quantum mechanics
considered chromatically.
This caused a flap.
His present bicycle went nowhere.
Criticism intervened, trying
to rescue the incredibly dead patch Poem
had gotten himself into by
using it to illustrate his thesis
that little boy blue’s absence
was impossible for any poem
to overcome.
Yes, I am as out of it as I’ve ever been. I was hoping my non sequiturs would get close enough to sense for me to do something with them. They never did. But behold: I still eventually steered my text into an at least slightly intriguingly unsettling epiphany. Not that it makes up for the badness of the rest of the poem. But wait. So this entry won’t be 100% worthless, here’s my “Cursive Mathemaku No. 2,” again. While going through my 2011 entries I came across this and changed my mind about it: it suddenly seemed to me the best version of the poem, not the third-best. So I’m using this entry to make public its officially being granted the title of “Cursive Mathemaku No. 2.” Weird how much I prefer it to the one I once greatly preferred to it.
I really like the black lines, I don’t know why. They’re very simple. I think they give the thing thrust, they increase its seeming to be going somewhere. Aside from that, spirals are always a plus.
Note: the yellow cursive reads, “any preposition whatever.”
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