Monday, September 12, 2016

Andrew Joron, ALARMIST & REVERSING RIVER


The Alarmists Anti-Sun, image by Daniel Y. Harris  




ALARMIST


O sick physick of the anti-sun!

When finality is the first
To say that

A
            light leads a-
            way, that
Nothing sources
            the blue in blew, the red in bled.

Blessed injury of the germ
            —its initial shine
A
            might of matter.

To spinning
            rage, its tangential—
To speech, each
Other.

Because cause cannot
            be not
            bent & rent—

On waking, the automaton can walk
            with breath re-
            verberant
           
Into the very data of the day.



REVERSING RIVER


“The system is blinking red.” That's what the man said.

Then what is stopping us? To arms, already!

Does the Revolution wait in words? Where do we find those (s)words?

Did the door dilate like an eye? Then what is located by the X of want, the Y of why?

I would argue that language allows the animal to jump out of its skin.

I would argue that information wants to be communist.

Dear maker, thy form = swarm.

*     *     *

But isn’t the in-drawn, life-giving breath a silencing? And the expelled breath, 
necessary to voice, a rehearsal of the last breath?

Are we exiled into sound? No, call back the animal.

The shock of being human, as it passes through the body, is the shock of language.



—Andrew Joron

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