Peon, May I Speak Thus? (audio only)
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Standing in front of the Canelleto of Venice’s “ghetto vecchio”, “ghetto” the word for “foundry,”contemplating those arms and harms. I sit down in ghetto, I sit here in ghetto vecchio.
“beautiful things fill every vacancy”
for C. D. Wright
A trio of instruments you love the notes
indissectible & extending small rockets of delight
force to love, be loved, love accelerating
love momentum, the love to travel
we will never agree the world contains
so much phenomena we’ll put on glasses
abstract it give it structure make a frame
inversely proportional to the square of
two distances apart
make us a family of celestial bodies that we
be one we ellipse about a warming sun
love that sun
dual nature of electrons heal us o heal us
I would come back not hide be in motion