Bruce Andrews, 2001
In this 2001 reading, Bruce Andrews gives a “half an hour tour through the ten planetary bodies” of Lip Service, his recasting of Dante’s Paradiso.
- from “Earth 1” (“DEAR …” to “get over you circumlocution for Paradise”)
- from “Moon 2” (“And this” to “becomes a sexual part.”)
- from “Moon 6” (“But I’m jealous of your idiotic sleek smooth operator” to “declension of possessions in heat.”)
- from “Moon 9” (“Hell is psychology:” to “the rehabilitation of failure, make me fall.”)
- from “Moon 10” (“Why don’t you get” to “pretty crumbleable.”)
- from “Mercury 6” (“Freedom of information act’s controversial vendetta” to “on your breath;”)
- from “Mercury 9” (“dressed to detoxify pliable dissection’s disobedience –” to “pride in bodystocking diaspora.”)
- from “Venus 4” (“I’ll talk to you just as long” to “the hand is such a treason.”; “I’ll pine away” to “midnight is enough.”)
- from “Venus 8” (“AND genes this bored very spermatic megalovanity” to “desperately heating retail.”)
- from “Venus 10” (“Romeo stats swoon to consume friend –” to “others don’t have others.”)
- from “Sun 2” (“I – OK, you Laetrile legalizers –” to “the rhinestones are fattening into crypto-gratuity.”)
- from “Sun 4” (“and civil sperm munchkins I also use –” to “gag me with a fetal monitor chandelier.”; “slave unionization extemporizing loneliness” to “to fight lips late at night rejecting swoon,”; “Between drooping of the lips, my ditch got garlic” to “Peeping Tom threw up on the windowsill.”)
- from “Sun 5” (“you’re more than oven cleaner to me,” to “snakes into disregard betrothal”)
- from “Sun 8” (“imagine overheard of hopping mad” to “if your lexicon gets any more housebroken,”; “There are rumors and that is bad” to “synthesized fear invites me.”; “the plan lyricizes, automatism” to “retro-touché.”)
- from “Sun 10” (“We have not come a long way & we are not babies:” to “stepwise to the stars.”)
- from “Mars 2” (“All of us, Slaves” to “in the dream the mattress shrank to fit his little penis.”)
- from “Mars 5” (“A rodent-sized organ attachment” to “hoop slush sunset to dawn.”; “I’d flip ’n’ furl” to “its pants peripherally debrooching.”; “Oh let’s make with my wants for you some love –” to “ointment breath body bedding clue.”)
- from “Mars 6” (“You thaw me nice” to “eat you periodically.”; “Employer mystique:” to “cumulate me.”)
- from “Mars 7” (“pronoun burns –” to “immunosupressive hope.”; “Explosive smudge that silk” to “but then he said my vagina was too big, taking coke with freon.”)
- from “Mars 10” (“hierarchy, get a load of me! – well just bake it:” to “lap’s in public interest.”)
- from “Jupiter 10” (“It seduces me, do I have to respect it too? –” to “guignol skittish social”)
- from “Saturn 2” (“kiss where shorts hit thigh;” to “puppy-headed thighs.”)
- from “Saturn 5” (“& spoons no kidding – we’re not fruitcups, we’re cocktails:” to “brassiered brink sublime;”; “Automatic any hips don’t let the meaning nail you down –” to “coil clamp in socket spangle.”; “The memory of your face just chipmunks me out –” to “remorsefully disengaged.”)
- from “Saturn 6” (“Self-defense Romeo, a flirt in” to “I played the fool but you.”)
- from “Saturn 7” (“Doesn’t it chest cake? – what do you have to do,” to “of vipers;”)
- from “Saturn 10” (“Oh prettiness just makes me squat:” to “was taught to be dissatisfied.”)
from “Fixed Stars”:
- from “Fixed Stars 1” (“a means of lustration I wonder” to “asterisk scratching away at small behavioral truths –”; “only bumps by hearsay” to “it’s too soon to know,”)
- from “Fixed Stars 3” (“& with us & not blur slightly spread” to “too many models.”)
- from “Fixed Stars 6” (“My heart seems to melt in your gland –” to “on little calm be my be my profession.”)
- from “Fixed Stars 10” (“& let’s fight the sweet cause together – no genderization” to “hope trysts entire.”)
from “Primum Mobile”:
- from “Primum Mobile 7” (“True Flip To” to “we’re just as good as night;”)
- from “Primum Mobile 9” (“And redeem your threats – Oh, human beings, can’t get” to “yoke scarce darkroom,”; “bathysphere with legs, you are my superstition” to “every all which is not us.”)
- from “Primum Mobile 10” (“AND real time is dead; proof terrorizes” to “nothing night in the after.”; “Sin no facts, mostly the usual crush of possibilities” to “convening reproaches in ever-smaller chamber.”; “venom’s liquor of love” to “expiates still wet elective facility in amatory soil.”; “Shatter plus impresses incognito salute” to “chronic redundant hope;”; “Oh let’s have socialism relentlessly gentle” to “privacy overreacts, parachuting the past.”; “Cartwheeled tactics dip your fingers in the vow” to “valedictory honeymoon burns in the pagination.”; “cope lush coda abruptless,” to “let’s start all over stars.”)
Paradiso’s form consistently end-stops most tercets. Andrews’ recasting converts each tercet unit into a paragraph unit and retains the end-stopped punctuation. The beginning of a paragraph unit is indicated by the indentation of four spaces on the page. Andrews mostly excerpts the rhythmic coherence of whole paragraph units for the reading, and also takes the license to excerpt parts of paragraphs at times. Paradiso’s tercets can be corresponded to Lip Service’s paragraphs by first consulting Lip Service’s appendix corresponding Paradiso’s Cantos to Lip Service’s sections and then corresponding the Paradiso tercets in Italian’s end-stopped punctuations (English translations irregularly alter punctuations and their placements) with Lip Service’s paragraphs’ punctuations. There are numerous anomalies by compositional license to this correspondence, such as different corresponding punctuations and multiple Paradiso tercets casted into single Lip Service paragraphs, but the overall regularity of the method allows anomalies to be framed as such, enabling accurate correspondences of the whole.
Andrews also uses compositional license in his organization of Paradiso’s Cantos into Lip Service’s ten planet sections. Paradiso does not raise titles over its movement through its ten heavenly spheres while Lip Service titles its planet sections explicitly. Notably, Andrews makes decisions about Paradiso’s transitory Cantos, Cantos that begin in one heavenly sphere and end in the next, corresponding to the beginning or ending planet in Lip Service, expanding Saturn’s designated amount of material in Lip Service, and combining Paradiso’s Primum Mobile and Empyrean regions into Lip Service’s Primum Mobile section to balance Lip Service’s structure on the number ten:
|1-2: Earth -> Moon||1-2: Earth|
5: Moon -> Mercury
|6-7: Mercury||6-7: Mercury|
|8-9: Venus||8-9: Venus|
|10-13: Sun||10-13: Sun|
|14: Sun -> Mars
|18: Mars -> Jupiter
22: Saturn -> Fixed Stars
23-26: Fixed Stars
27: Fixed Stars -> Primum Mobile
24-27: Fixed Stars
|28-29: Primum Mobile
30: Primum Mobile -> Empyrean
|28-33: Primum Mobile|
Andrews’ explicit titling of planet sections, which he states before each sections’ material in the reading, retains the structural drama of progressing through the sections and frees the material from having to describe the progression representationally, as in Paradiso.
Andrews’ recasting can be formally understood through three provisional textural categories: signifier chains, syntactic syntheses, and direct statements. Nearly every paragraph contains all of these formal textures; for instance, the first substantial paragraph in the reading, from “Moon 2”:
bulimics in stilettos crucified in the negligé-
watchful gaze of the surrogate uterus –
if you dress well, you won’t be lonely
his precaution, her reputation, flashbulbed
fake mute beat hands to side of debt
ads commemorate my awareness, big hair being
most fashionable: overdressed & overlooked, the glance
becomes a sexual part.
- Signifier chains: “flashbulbed / fake mute beat hands to side of debt / tart digress”
- Syntactic syntheses: “bulimics in stilettos crucified in the negligé- / watchful gaze of the surrogate uterus”
- Direct statements: “if you dress well, you won’t be lonely / his precaution, her reputation”; “ads commemorate my awareness, big hair being / most fashionable: overdressed & overlooked, the glance / becomes a sexual part.”
The signifier chains kinetically augment the syntactic syntheses’ polysemous torque and the direct statements’ incisive affects. The textural categories are not rigid: syntactic hierarchicalization frequently emerges from signifier chains and phrasal units frequently straddle and dissolve categorization into syntactic syntheses or direct statements. The amorphous shifts of texture and correspondent attention are a primary experience and semantic condition of the work. Andrews’ high performative reading style charts one possible textural course through the text, delineating the capacity for innumerable textural readings.
This textural dissolve and intra-paragraph tension enables Lip Service to be coherently excerpted in a way that Paradiso cannot. The tonal progression subtly shifts over the tour through the planet sections: generally, from one-directional outrage, frequently toward males, to mutual intimacy. The more the total structure is contemplated and conceptualized, the more the details unfold their subtlety. The immanence of tonal shifts in Lip Service replaces the representation of planetary movements in Paradiso. The elements of the signifier chains have no inherent connection to the tonal progression, but their contexts in relation to syntactic syntheses and direct statements in the total structure condition their semantic productions as the signifier chains (among the most adventurous formal gestures in language) mutually kinetically augment their contexts. The richness of the tour’s excerpts is indicative of the abundance of the whole work and provides inexhaustible semantic production in relistenings and rereadings.
For the interested, here is a list of correspondences between Paradiso’s text in Italian and Allen Mandelbaum’s English translation to all of the Lip Service excerpts in the reading.
|(1.1-5)||from “Earth 1” (“DEAR …” to “get over you circumlocution for Paradise”)|
|La gloria di colui che tutto move
per l'universo penetra, e risplende
in una parte più e meno altrove.
The glory of the One who moves all things
permeates the universe and glows
in one part more and in another less.
| DEAR …
total in parts lights back.
|Nel ciel che più de la sua luce prende
fu' io, Empyrean
I was within the heaven that receives
more of His light;
| Many short words
I don’t want to
get over you circumlocution for Paradise
|(3.55-57)||from “Moon 2” (“And this” to “becomes a sexual part.”)|
|E questa sorte che par giù cotanto,
però n'è data, perché fuor negletti
li nostri voti, e vòti in alcun canto.”
And we are to be found within a sphere
this low, because we have neglected vows,
so that in some respect we were deficient.”
| And this
bulimics in stilettos crucified in the negligé-
watchful gaze of the surrogate uterus –
if you dress well, you won’t be lonely
his precaution, her reputation, flashbulbed
fake mute beat hands to side of debt
ads commemorate my awareness, big hair being
most fashionable: overdressed & overlooked, the glance
becomes a sexual part.
|(4.79-81)||from “Moon 6” (“But I’m jealous of your idiotic sleek smooth operator” to “declension of possessions in heat.”)|
|Per che, s'ella si piega assai o poco,
segue la forza; e così queste fero
possendo rifuggir nel santo loco.
So that, when will has yielded much or little,
it has abetted force—as these souls did:
they could have fled back to their holy shelter.
| But I’m jealous of your idiotic sleek smooth operator
renumerative ass hatred class muted distress, don’t
drop a heart to break it, I have m’
blower, I have m’ iron sit to squat
will win in panties hear the latches unbolt for a second
husband-baiting nymphette torpor lozenge segue icing up
pride snakes about himself, which I feel bad about also,
that’s why a woman loves a geek, flossed-up pull-dicker
ripe lamé & undisturbed
belt’s prow price ruse fault
in practice telling lies
declension of possessions in heat.
|(5.76-78)||from “Moon 9” (“Hell is psychology:” to “the rehabilitation of failure, make me fall.”)|
|Avete il novo e 'l vecchio Testamento,
e 'l pastor de la Chiesa che vi guida;
questo vi basti a vostro salvamento.
You have both Testaments, the Old and New,
you have the shepherd of the Church to guide you;
you need no more than this for your salvation.
| Hell is psychology:
a viper, ill husbandry whining
trump by description
Thoroughbreds of Harm nail splashed-on pride,
guess it’d rather have rape than prostitution? –
ambition as distraction, florid penitence, the self-
politics me me me
self-pity leads to drugs which leads to depression:
never pay for sex warm enough to fail
the rehabilitation of failure, make me fall.
|(5.94-96)||from “Moon 10” (“Why don’t you get” to “pretty crumbleable.”)|
|Quivi la donna mia vid' io sì lieta,
come nel lume di quel ciel si mise,
che più lucente se ne fé 'l pianeta.
When she had passed into that heaven’s light,
I saw my lady filled with so much gladness
that, at her joy, the planet grew more bright.
| Why don’t you get
paid for having a face? –
handsome nothing cheaper female
headed by half vainglorious caloric romance
unlimited schmaltzola svelte at neck’s end excusing
what power jewelry labor fronting damage
spotted court ma’amster: silly,
even those of us who thought we welcomed androgyny
curl each hope at hotpoint, outsize the neck
with custom distance in sitcom
|(7.19-21)||from “Mercury 6” (“Freedom of information act’s controversial vendetta” to “on your breath;”)|
|“Secondo mio infallibile avviso,
come giusta vendetta giustamente
punita fosse, t'ha in pensier miso;
“According to my never-erring judgment,
the question that perplexes you is how
just vengeance can deserve just punishment;
| Freedom of information act’s controversial vendetta
semen gossamer covert error spine negates
quote Men compartmentalize their feelings unquote
heart is need you exhaust
teapot without spout, the trim secrecy pirouette
metal mates to less spurious
heart palpitates with anti-gay bigotry interpellated in pieces
with lust, evasion
takes fire over self-encapsulated fan
that defeats the eater halves at pry to chatter –
we are dangerously infallible in the –
claustrophobic syncopation honeymoon insists you’ve got fetus
on your breath;
|(7.100-102)||from “Mercury 9” (“dressed to detoxify pliable dissection’s disobedience –” to “pride in bodystocking diaspora.”)|
|quanto disobediendo intese ir suso;
e questa è la cagion per che l'uom fue
da poter sodisfar per sé dischiuso.
that it could match the heights he meant to reach
through disobedience; man lacked the power
to offer satisfaction by himself.
| dressed to detoxify pliable dissection’s disobedience –
I chose to be a slave to increase my self-esteem:
divorce on automatic
bragging trap connive erosion ribbing palls
by respect, we have bulk conversations now –
nightmare of federal troops in my bedroom dilettantishly unhinged
little sister turns on big sister, pride goeth
before a vacancy erotic amiable grief vacuity of
pride in bodystocking diaspora.
|(8.91-93)||from “Venus 4” (“I’ll talk to you just as long” to “the hand is such a treason.”)|
|Fatto m'hai lieto, e così mi fa chiaro,
poi che, parlando, a dubitar m'hai mosso
com' esser può, di dolce seme, amaro.”
You made me glad; so may you clear the doubt
that rose in me when you—before—described
how from a gentle seed, harsh fruit derives.”
| I’ll talk to you just as long
as you’re fucking me, wounded lips pawn
a milky roll mixture bouquet hesitant
stiff kittens’ heartbeat finger
fritters harping spoon – it’s hard to hear
infinite maybe, an entire devotion winced passion convertibles
on stilts unselectively; avert gaze quickly
kindles apologize to drain priapic risk encouragement:
the hand is such a treason.
|(8.109-114)||(“I’ll pine away” to “midnight is enough.”)|
|e ciò esser non può, se li 'ntelletti
che muovon queste stelle non son manchi,
e manco il primo, che non li ha perfetti.
That cannot be unless the Minds that move
these planets are defective and, defective,
the First Mind, which had failed to make them perfect.
| I’ll pine away
you who nervously look smaller
in vain sigh crazy for tryin’, crazy for cryin’
indecision can’t get my bump going
for the uncrowded hand allocates end-stopped fiercely
she’d become, perfect.
|Vuo' tu che questo ver più ti s'imbianchi?”
E io “Non già; ché impossibil veggio
che la natura, in quel ch'è uopo, stanchi.”
Would you have this truth still more clear to you?”
I: “No. I see it is impossible
for nature to fall short of what is needed.”
| I sat on it at once – kinetic apartheid
intolerably evaporating distance disarms herself
I dressed for burial bothersome treats; take me home
& make me like it – sugar blinks under swoop
snake-eyes clear toward you
midnight is enough.
||from “Venus 8” (“AND genes this bored very spermatic megalovanity” to “desperately heating retail.”)|
|e dove Sile e Cagnan s'accompagna,
tal signoreggia e va con la testa alta,
che già per lui carpir si fa la ragna.
and where the Sile and Cagnano flow
in company, one lords it, arrogant;
the net to catch him is already set.
| AND genes this bored very spermatic megalovanity
taking without, being taken lips are pre-registered
silken serious mute for frozen vendetta
tartophile wolf coeur de lion
sober I reckon degree been seduced bark was heat Mr Centerfold
rogue venom’s spit & smear expectant ego illogic
am a tit valve hog for you, the decapitated chicken
desperately heating retail.
|(9.127-138)||from “Venus 10” (“Romeo stats swoon to consume friend –” to “others don’t have others.”)|
|La tua città, che di colui è pianta
che pria volse le spalle al suo fattore
e di cui è la 'nvidia tanto pianta,
Your city, which was planted by that one
who was the first to turn against his Maker,
the one whose envy cost us many tears—
| Romeo stats swoon to consume friend –
synonym for revenge
banqueting stake deviate
but they hired us from the neck down –
demented enough to be zero sum letch patrol
objective evil pressure pleasure loveless
check in the mail won’t come inside you, leave a crack for Santa,
|produce e spande il maladetto fiore
c'ha disvïate le pecore e li agni,
però che fatto ha lupo del pastore.
produces and distributes the damned flower
that turns both sheep and lambs from the true course,
for of the shepherd it has made a wolf.
| extra thrill so shallow injections of cannibalism:
reddish button fly firmament paternity aftersquelch
for infernal possession – doll teaspoon on-hards
perspire the bank bed grave designates
carrier frequency in grief farm price on prude
joinery swamp lit by harm,
heart set up as strike headquarters.
|Per questo l'Evangelio e i dottor magni
son derelitti, e solo ai Decretali
si studia, sì che pare a' lor vivagni.
For this the Gospel and the great Church Fathers
are set aside and only the Decretals
are studied—as their margins clearly show.
| Men expect a lot of action, momentary reprieves,
women expect relationships, certainty
eating fur is a crime
‘a state suggestive of neurotic compulsion’
adultery for alimony victim harem; morality
becomes police, epidemic intoxicates easier moralysis –
common law gibe
public envy #1.
|A questo intende il papa e ' cardinali;
non vanno i lor pensieri a Nazarette,
là dove Gabrïello aperse l'ali.
On these the pope and cardinals are intent.
Their thoughts are never bent on Nazareth,
where Gabriel’s open wings were reverent.
| Guys, in essence, can be
little butterballs, with the dick as a religious
article bit to size companions encased
in special reputation tension – so sexual freedom
enhances social alienation? –
red peel master catharsists’
constancy skills impervious to arms:
others don’t have others.
|(10.94-96)||from “Sun 2” (“I – OK, you Laetrile legalizers –” to “the rhinestones are fattening into crypto-gratuity.”)|
|Io fui de li agni de la santa greggia
che Domenico mena per cammino
u' ben s'impingua se non si vaneggia.
I was a lamb among the holy flock
that Dominic leads on the path where one
may fatten well if one does not stray off.
| I – OK, you Laetrile legalizers –
Tory American Playgirl Distress:
danger punished harmy horny taste clause –
did you sever ties to ego futurism? –
the rhinestones are fattening into crypto-gratuity.
|(11.7-15)||from “Sun 4” (“and civil sperm munchkins I also use –” to “gag me with a fetal monitor chandelier.”)|
|e chi rubare e chi civil negozio,
chi nel diletto de la carne involto
s'affaticava e chi si dava a l'ozio,
one meant to plunder, one to politick;
one labored, tangled in delights of flesh,
and one was fully bent on indolence;
| and civil sperm munchkins I also use –
I used to be –
an egg slicer, orgasm now renting
vampirical worms for my passivity,
|quando, da tutte queste cose sciolto,
con Bëatrice m'era suso in cielo
cotanto glorïosamente accolto.
while I, delivered from our servitude
to all these things, was in the height of heaven
with Beatrice, so gloriously welcomed.
| it’s the bad infinity, automatic restlessness
can’t be a commercial journalist of my own self:
cheap happy beliefs as shrill
as ego to prim of precomfortable heart
|Poi che ciascuno fu tornato ne lo
punto del cerchio in che avanti s'era,
fermossi, come a candellier candelo.
After each of those spirits had returned
to that place in the ring where it had been,
it halted, like a candle in its stand.
| Too bad everyone has my arms and body:
amateurish concubinal cherub, apron tittering
mull in vitro testicles
into receivership; crisco gloriously
as a second language dips & gelds
safekeeping blisters – fatuous eggs
gag me with a fetal monitor chandelier.
|(11.31-33)||(“slave unionization extemporizing loneliness” to “to fight lips late at night rejecting swoon,”)|
|però che andasse ver' lo suo diletto
la sposa di colui ch'ad alte grida
disposò lei col sangue benedetto,
so that the Bride of Him who, with loud cries,
had wed her with His blessed blood,
| slave unionization extemporizing loneliness
by lawyers out of lawyer
begets the home poking volley of the hump
revelatorily masturbatory spanking as meditation
hives by the victor strangle use into pudding
to fight lips late at night rejecting swoon,
|(11.43-48)||(“Between drooping of the lips, my ditch got garlic” to “Peeping Tom threw up on the windowsill.”)|
|Intra Tupino e l'acqua che discende
del colle eletto dal beato Ubaldo,
fertile costa d'alto monte pende,
Between Topino’s stream and that which flows
down from the hill the blessed Ubaldo chose,
from a high peak there hangs a fertile slope;
| Between drooping of the lips, my ditch got garlic
pout down gamine aim apprehended kneel
impregnate for welfare of wanting to be the eye of desire,
fixed ardent I’m tiaraed of this
reindustrialization of fellatio
propositioning the ankle wetters
propositioning the ankle wetters
|onde Perugia sente freddo e caldo
da Porta Sole; e di rietro le piange
per grave giogo Nocera con Gualdo.
from there Perugia feels both heat and cold
at Porta Sole, while behind it sorrow
Nocera and Gualdo under their hard yoke.
| your royal Slutness, put some skull
in those blondes, constipated cherubs
diddle with the plethysmograph –
could you have gotten to his armpit sooner? –
Peeping Tom threw up on the windowsill.
|(11.112-122)||from “Sun 5” (“you’re more than oven cleaner to me,” to “snakes into disregard betrothal”)|
|a' frati suoi, sì com' a giuste rede,
raccomandò la donna sua più cara,
e comandò che l'amassero a fede;
then to his brothers, as to rightful heirs,
Francis commended his most precious lady,
and he bade them to love her faithfully;
| you’re more than oven cleaner to me,
the cooing they weren’t watching
babies die paeons to fur
chide-ettes, publicity donors – time to go;
|e del suo grembo l'anima preclara
mover si volle, tornando al suo regno,
e al suo corpo non volle altra bara.
and when, returning to its kingdom, his
bright soul wanted to set forth from her bosom,
it, for its body, asked no other bier.
| sell yourself a gestational slave
– what sign is your relationship? –
– why so self-congratulatory, i.e., male ?:
breeds in pecking order to this squirt –
but the woman is fly.
|Pensa oramai qual fu colui che degno
collega fu a mantener la barca
di Pietro in alto mar per dritto segno;
Consider now that man who was a colleague
worthy of Francis; with him, in high seas,
he kept the bark of Peter on true course.
| I don’t consider you news –
he was his own woman –
I took him up on his take-off –
every flirtation is unutterable vileness;
|e questo fu il nostro patrïarca;
per che qual segue lui,
Such was our patriarch; thus you can see
that those who follow him
| desperate teenage love dolls
snakes into disregard betrothal
|(13.10-13)||from “Sun 8” (“imagine overheard of hopping mad” to “if your lexicon gets any more housebroken,”)|
|imagini la bocca di quel corno
che si comincia in punta de lo stelo
a cui la prima rota va dintorno,
let him imagine those two stars that form
the mouth of that Horn which begins atop
the axle round which the first wheel revolves;
| imagine overheard of hopping mad
gives head letters of recommendation
in mouth, lavish palped dismemberment formula –
griddle cakes fried on your lips to halt white spills
|aver fatto di sé
then see these join
|if your lexicon gets any more housebroken,|
|(13.31-36)||(“There are rumors and that is bad” to “synthesized fear invites me.”)|
|Ruppe il silenzio ne' concordi numi
poscia la luce in che mirabil vita
del poverel di Dio narrata fumi,
The silence of the blessed fellowship
was broken by the very light from which
I heard the wondrous life of God’s poor man;
| There are rumors and that is bad
writing letters will make you
mum’s the proposition
important? – turn opinion composed stanzas
out into chicken drippings, comatose, lah lah lah I wish
I’d never learned to read, novelty lottery
slink to talk tongue of the worrier
closed soon or clothes soon overstay male ego
stays hidden for reasons
we have to keep a discomforted eye on –
yo, bedwetters! –
eats the words you cannot even pronounce,
e disse: “Quando l'una paglia è trita,
that light said: “Since one stalk is threshed, and since
| and said:
mend our position errors to treat error badly –
I would like to state quite clearly
that I have no intention
of responding to this –
impregnate every caption
with the sound of your ego
voiding, the answer is no …
(nobody says ‘NO’ any more, dear; do try to catch up) …
synthesized fear invites me.
|(13.50-51)||(“Oh, shut up, I know what the next sentence is, OK?” to “retro-touché.”)|
| il tuo credere e 'l mio dire
nel vero farsi come centro in tondo.
truth centers both my speech
and your belief, just like a circle’s center.
|Oh, shut up, I know what the next sentence is, OK?
the plan lyricizes, automatism
is perfect, as a vowel
|(13.139-142)||from “Sun 10” (“We have not come a long way & we are not babies:” to “stepwise to the stars.”)|
|Non creda donna Berta e ser Martino,
per vedere un furare, altro offerere,
vederli dentro al consiglio divino;
Let not Dame Bertha or Master Martin think
that they have shared God’s Counsel when they see
one rob and see another who donates:
| We have not come a long way & we are
grace those types
faith washes out,
sleek contract edge by abject
daughtered permanence –
nice male world we love in –
but that was all excuse from pleasure griefed whole:
method off it –
sorry pays for
everything everything changes –
except what we can’t stand;
|ché quel può surgere, e quel può cadere.”
the last may fall, the other may be saved.”
| headlong understanding
gentled by complication
stepwise to the stars.
|(14.88-90)||from “Mars 2” (“All of us, Slaves” to “in the dream the mattress shrank to fit his little penis.”)|
|Con tutto 'l core e con quella favella
ch'è una in tutti, a Dio feci olocausto,
qual conveniesi a la grazia novella.
With all my heart and in that language which
is one for all, for this new grace I gave
to God my holocaust, appropriate.
| All of us, Slaves
with eggshell enemy beverage irritants –
princess got sized lupus care, popular genital brat
multiplied body to syncopate carelessness:
a nurse juncture, a beast-rector
with blunt pinking shears, agonize but no consent
motive blame loosing a puck
for only perversion puts a charge into the flaccid body:
in the dream the mattress shrank to fit his little penis.
|(15.86-90)||from “Mars 5” (“A rodent-sized organ attachment” to “hoop slush sunset to dawn.”)|
|Ben supplico io a te, vivo topazio
che questa gioia prezïosa ingemmi,
perché mi facci del tuo nome sazio.”
Indeed I do beseech you, living topaz,
set in this precious jewel as a gem:
fulfill my longing—let me know your name.”
| A rodent-sized organ attachment
covet absent conjure daze slush topaz
nothing gays me, are you pinching yourself? –
gift creams flamboyant rouge challenge down that halo
substantiates gratitude on my knees;
it chooses a spermatazoon for itself –
latest big armish to fool plaster bicep jelly
ungainly softened force beau costume,
who’s that muzzling my sass, carmine asterisks
on each sobriety
resent this tag of any hip
hazard bedding too much contact.
|“O fronda mia in che io compiacemmi
pur aspettando, io fui la tua radice”:
cotal principio, rispondendo, femmi.
“O you, my branch in whom I took delight
even awaiting you, I am your root,”
so he, in his reply to me, began,
| Oh discherished sugar doll
organ knows subjectively
fool that I am, whatever self-affection might be –
Bee I Bumble Bee or Not –
hoop slush sunset to dawn.
|(15.106-108)||(“I’d flip ’n’ furl” to “its pants peripherally debrooching.”)|
|Non avea case di famiglia vòte;
non v'era giunto ancor Sardanapalo
a mostrar ciò che 'n camera si puote.
There were no families that bore no children;
and Sardanapalus was still a stranger—
not come as yet to teach in the bedchamber.
| I’d flip ’n’ furl
regaled saddle with swank prone motorized dildo attachments
to rather be sorry than safe – martiniest Rampling lips
haphazardly unhook as hot
narcissism pulled up
its pants peripherally debrooching.
|(15.118-120)||(“Oh let’s make with my wants for you some love –” to “ointment breath body bedding clue.”)|
|Oh fortunate! ciascuna era certa
de la sua sepultura, e ancor nulla
era per Francia nel letto diserta.
O happy wives! Each one was sure of her
own burial place, and none—for France’s sake—
as yet was left deserted in her bed.
| Oh let’s make with my wants for you some love –
fortunate! – a beggar for your
leather smells furtive knees, lipstick graduates from
can’t talk about it instinct
wayward gala snare’ll thrill you –
coolant-legged, cervical jitney
miss drop off ribs over sieve
ointment breath body bedding clue.
|(16.19-21)||from “Mars 6” (“You thaw me nice” to “eat you periodically.”)|
|Per tanti rivi s'empie d'allegrezza
la mente mia, che di sé fa letizia
perché può sostener che non si spezza.
So many streams have filled my mind with gladness—
so many, and such gladness, that mind must
rejoice that it can bear this and not burst.
| You thaw me nice
lapping cum unheeded goodies least heroic bliss by half –
I gave my heart to you, I thought you could use it:
snatch & sirens cull bite turn me down or turn me over
coo & lie mineral on the move
milks me on hot incursions
have myself readored – the self-possessed satisficers
eat you periodically.
|(16.43-45)||(“Employer mystique:” to “cumulate me.”)|
|Basti d’i miei maggiori udirne questo:
chi ei si fosser e onde venner quivi,
più è tacer che ragionare onesto.
That is enough concerning my forebears:
what were their names, from where they came—of that,
silence, not speech, is more appropriate.
| Employer mystique:
crispy on the outside, creamy on the inside:
fidgety whim legs are social breathers
lack lilt, promotion retards grooming
flukish twain in fits –
why do I raise the knob to let these people interrupt me? –
my titties are big on you, ballerinas headlong
ifs medicate, catalog of rubber flaunts
|(16.76-78)||from “Mars 7” (“pronoun burns –” to “immunosupressive hope.”)|
|udir come le schiatte si disfanno
non ti parrà nova cosa né forte,
poscia che le cittadi termine hanno.
if you should hear of families undone,
you will find nothing strange or difficult
in that—since even cities meet their end.
| pronoun burns –
it burns – faithless freshness
flowered absurdly abandon
wettening the disdain
|(16.103-105)||(“Explosive smudge that silk” to “but then he said my vagina was too big, taking coke with freon.”)|
|Grand’ era già la colonna del Vaio,
Sacchetti, Giuochi, Fifanti e Barucci
e Galli e quei ch’arrossan per lo staio.
The stripe of Vair had mightiness already,
as did the Giuochi, Galli, and Barucci,
Fifanti, and Sacchetti, and those who
blush for the bushel;
| Explosive smudge that silk
overthrows straight seeking empties with stamina
I yet squander – foresworn careful, saboteurishly culling
a sexual diversion for the noontime meal
but then he said my vagina was too big, taking coke with freon.
|(17.139-142)||from “Mars 10” (“hierarchy, get a load of me! – well just bake it:” to “lap’s in public interest.”)|
|che l’animo di quel ch’ode, non posa
né ferma fede per essempro ch’aia
la sua radice incognita e ascosa,
because the mind of one who hears will not
put doubt to rest, put trust in you, if given
examples with their roots unknown and hidden,
| hierarchy, get a load of me! – well just bake it:
castration levers in retribution from anybody
and I don’t care –
why not violations?:
we must stop this bra from functioning for twenty years –
fuck them like I don’t care so little enough,
get this: gaps edges play to win
this battle of the skin, no limits whatever
swell if all wedding parodies own our own –
it’s a drop of poison in his glass
laden with fruition,
|né per altro argomento che non paia.”
or arguments too dim, too unapparent.”
| proof heaven’s
expulsion is our credit:
dolls are the opposite of applause;
lap’s in public interest.
|(20.142-145)||from “Jupiter 10” (“It seduces me, do I have to respect it too? –” to “guignol skittish social”)|
|E come a buon cantor buon citarista
fa seguitar lo guizzo de la corda,
in che più di piacer lo canto acquista,
And as a lutanist accompanies—
expert—with trembling strings, the expert singer,
by which the song acquires sweeter savor,
| It seduces me, do I have to respect it too? –
proof weld lullaby magnetic
experience from anxiety
of sequence values unracked
some big band
mambo orchestration touches
shelter from the norm,
|sì, mentre ch’e’ parlò,
so, while the Eagle spoke—
|guignol skittish social|
|(21.75-78)||from “Saturn 2” (“kiss where shorts hit thigh;” to “puppy-headed thighs.”)|
|basta a seguir la provedenza etterna;
that fulfills eternal Providence;
|kiss where shorts hit thigh;|
|ma questo è quel ch'a cerner mi par forte,
perché predestinata fosti sola
a questo officio tra le tue consorte.”
but this seems difficult for me to grasp:
why you alone, of those who form these ranks,
were he who was predestined to this task.”
| a small back – queen-sized teen indications operate
on the zipper risk stimuli on each other’s neck –
skeptically shyly hula
nylon adversaries, jellied inflammational
sleeveless oppurtunities –
|(22.40-42)||from “Saturn 5” (“& spoons no kidding – we’re not fruitcups, we’re cocktails:” to “brassiered brink sublime;”)|
|e quel son io che sù vi portai prima
lo nome di colui che ’n terra addusse
la verità che tanto ci soblima;
and I am he who was the first to carry
up to that peak the name of Him who brought
to earth the truth that lifts us to the heights.
| & spoons no kidding – we’re not fruitcups, we’re cocktails:
vanity needs to think no crinoline
to the spoils belong the decolletage
triceps in falsetto respirator
slaps shameless organdy – po’ wit the bod tour pert nigh
but not plumb pain rate spectacle hems under
sedation roaring ruling
sameness offer disfigures gays to host
brassiered brink sublime;
|(22.49-51)||(“Automatic any hips don’t let the meaning nail you down –” to “coil clamp in socket spangle.”)|
|Qui è Maccario, qui è Romoaldo,
qui son li frati miei che dentro ai chiostri
fermar li piedi e tennero il cor saldo.”
Here is Macarius, here is Romualdus,
here are my brothers, those who stayed their steps
in cloistered walls, who kept their hearts steadfast.”
| Automatic any hips don’t let the meaning nail you down –
infernal virgin so
lurks lush free with
push to bleed programmatic rubber rapidity
rolled out on castors, jet couched pants-pull assistants
carve the muscles that stand all implacable flamboyants
like masturbating with a block of ice, patience immensely remote
show business enough
your indifference idealizes
coil clamp in socket spangle.
|(22.61-63)||(“The memory of your face just chipmunks me out –” to “remorsefully disengaged.”)|
|Ond' elli: “Frate, il tuo alto disio
s'adempierà in su l'ultima spera,
ove s'adempion tutti li altri e 'l mio.
And he: “Brother, your high desire will be
fulfilled within the final sphere, as all
the other souls’ and my own longing will.
| The memory of your face just chipmunks me out –
frantic lick lively
sterility complacence slabs
vinegared reach asleep, open up lower-case
all over sexually mature nervousness –
I’ve done too many mushrooms, blouse humbles
wish is mistress to the fact, chalice
paralyzed 60-minute man on your dormitory of
bad guilts, clitoral climatizers, track lighting in underwear –
ignition stifles waist
tissue cold in skirts
|(22.94-96)||from “Saturn 6” (“Self-defense Romeo, a flirt in” to “I played the fool but you.”)|
|Veramente Iordan vòlto retrorso
più fu, e 'l mar fuggir, quando Dio volse,
mirabile a veder che qui 'l soccorso.”
And yet, the Jordan in retreat, the sea
in flight when God had willed it so, were sights
more wonderful than His help here will be.”
| Self-defense Romeo, a flirt in
I’m a hog for your paradise
lonely chair quit my jealous
goin’, goin’, gone beds that burn –
let me explain
woe ho oh whatcha do ho
take me back to heaven – shouldn’t I
know I would if I could
sorta need almost grown you so
better make a don’t deny me move
gimme, gimme, gimme serves two you
think I’m not thinking everything
I played the fool but you.
|(22.139-147)||from “Saturn 7” (“Doesn’t it chest cake? – what do you have to do,” to “of vipers;”)|
|Vidi la figlia di Latona incensa
sanza quell’ ombra che mi fu cagione
per che già la credetti rara e densa.
I saw Latona’s daughter radiant,
without the shadow that had made me once
believe that she contained both rare and dense.
| Doesn’t it chest cake? – what do you have to do,
lick their necks? – shunless affairs envy
as poly-bag in mouth our values pay off
franchise tang fanged after lips turn
entire body by squeezing the thighs:
battery-operated condoms, some romanced overtotalled
sodom foresight bed inflicts –
we miss body fluids, just one foreskin of difference
alleviates as charm – hooker shows me lists, regulatory
additives to your fun life, I hate to use the phrase, but –
lovenest: it was on the basis of this
exquisite vulnerability that the unreal
man became so adept at self-concealment.
|L’aspetto del tuo nato, Iperïone,
quivi sostenni, e vidi com’ si move
circa e vicino a lui Maia e Dïone.
And there, Hyperion, I could sustain
the vision of your son, and saw Diöne
and Maia as they circled nearby him.
| If you open your heart you’ll throw up? – the more people
you meet, it doesn’t make you feel less interesting:
Impatient to consort or impatience consorts? – he’s forgotten
he has legs
restrictions on their thighs, maladjusting & riveting
waist sorrow because you don’t let the hips go – desire’s pro-
verbial broken forbearance from larceny resistance:
swooning tortures don’t just sit there, eat me! – demarcates
tensing of a will over unalienable temporal distances
married defiants agitate.
|Quindi m’apparve il temperar di Giove
tra ’l padre e ’l figlio; e quindi mi fu chiaro
il varïar che fanno di lor dove;
The temperate Jupiter appeared to me
between his father and his son; and I
saw clearly how they vary their positions.
|Don’t rub his dick unless you want the fireworks –
moll dresses hazardous bedding
don’t, it’s a fetus walking bare-breasted:
devil’s bedspread debauchee, bolshevik weapon eaters, blessed
misdemeanors, slit-happy trawlers, girl’s got
vulva-chained head – sin’s extract
the ‘self-described’ orgasm, pliability never looked so …
vague, promoted into the unconscious lap
adultery is to energy as
adult conspicuous but venus flytrap variation
|(23.130-132)||from “Saturn 10” (“Oh prettiness just makes me squat:” to “was taught to be dissatisfied.”)|
|Oh quanta è l’ubertà che si soffolce
in quelle arche ricchissime che fuoro
a seminar qua giù buone bobolce!
Oh, in those richest coffers, what abundance
is garnered up for those who, while below,
on earth, were faithful workers when they sowed!
| Oh prettiness just makes me squat:
prickly seed display
police escort dislocated submission up my snatch – you
be permanently disadvantaged?? – collapse
envies your violence, you look the way
habit = scar
I used to want to be, spouse expense
at your fingertips cheat confessing up tuition affections
before they are dominant, an assumption which lesbians might find
rather quaint, I think I
need some strata of history of women’s anger
has become professionalized up nostrils, a
neurotic epiphany – you wanna puke, right?:
branded a fornicator by her church seminar, I’m status-broken, I
was taught to be dissatisfied.
|from “Fixed Stars”:|
|(24.43-44)||from “Fixed Stars 1” (“a means of lustration I wonder” to “asterisk scratching away at small behavioral truths –”)|
| ha fatto civi
per la verace fede, a glorïarla,
gained its citizens
through the true faith
that he may glorify it.”
| a means of lustration I wonder
if you wonder, if you bluenote me
utopic unstuck degrading
doom button paraphrases why oh why, but what, backhanded
asterisk scratching away at small behavioral truths –
|(24.48)||(“only bumps by hearsay” to “it’s too soon to know,”)|
|per approvarla, non per terminarla,
|only bumps by hearsay
treading on the lulls
it’s too soon to know,
|(24.139-141)||from “Fixed Stars 3” (“& with us & not blur slightly spread” to “too many models.”)|
|e credo in tre persone etterne, e queste
credo una essenza sì una e sì trina,
che soffera congiunto ‘sono’ ed ‘este’.
And I believe in three Eternal Persons,
and these I do believe to be one essence,
so single and threefold as to allow
both is and are.
| & with us & not blur slightly spread
elongated paste to make a three-for-one body of
walls about our life – saliva adjusts, so will I – mutually
inconsistent impregnable limb we feel less traumatized by
our own candy desemanticizing puppets diversified by
autodidact in pillow powder
harness I feel tender to be
too many models.
|(26.52-54)||from “Fixed Stars 6” (“My heart seems to melt in your gland –” to “on little calm be my be my profession.”)|
|Non fu latente la santa intenzione
de l’aguglia di Cristo, anzi m’accorsi
dove volea menar mia professione.
The holy intent of Christ’s Eagle was
not hidden; I indeed was made aware
of what he would most have my words declare.
| My heart seems to melt in your gland –
tumultuous middle unnerves intention
upwards owns face
the lithe grieve
assault-free charm salivation pleasure
convenes you premeditated for you
asphyxiating myself, with risk I’m giving you
a bite regret secret admiration witness
industry between us sleeping yet unsuited fleece hammer skin
on little calm be my be my profession.
|(27.148)||from “Fixed Stars 10” (“& let’s fight the sweet cause together – no genderization” to “hope trysts entire.”)|
|e vero frutto verrà dopo 'l fiore.”
and then fine fruit shall follow on the flower.”
| & let’s fight the sweet cause together – no genderization
hints walk away embarrassing
paradise withers all institutions live
& live without you more exclusive in little stars ask
comfort dictates uncommandeered affection –
democratize yourself! – social events of lips
pawn close heat forgives
hope trysts entire.
|from “Primum Mobile”:|
|(31.127-129)||from “Primum Mobile 7” (“True Flip To” to “we’re just as good as night;”)|
|così quella pacifica oriafiamma
nel mezzo s’avvivava, e d’ogne parte
per igual modo allentava la fiamma;
so did the peaceful oriflamme appear
brightest at its midpoint, so did its flame,
on each side, taper off at equal pace.
| True Flip To
sawteething the submersible thaw job, pleasure by design
rapport days delicacy shimmies asunder
delight delight delight, actually blood does get homesick –
fidelities fold fondly aggregated
to melange itself, to melee itself:
suddenly took us by surprise, Don’t answer that –
we’re just as good as night;
|(33.28-30)||from “Primum Mobile 9” (“And redeem your threats – Oh, human beings, can’t get” to “yoke scarce darkroom,”)|
|E io, che mai per mio veder non arsi
più ch’i’ fo per lo suo, tutti miei prieghi
ti porgo, e priego che non sieno scarsi,
And I, who never burned for my own vision
more than I burn for his, do offer you
all of my prayers—and pray that they may not
| And redeem your threats – Oh, human beings, can’t get
next to you babe – girlish calls for a sperm boycott;
slack stagelit self-arbitration
yoke scarce darkroom,
|(33.43-45)||(“bathysphere with legs, you are my superstition” to “every all which is not us.”)|
|indi a l’etterno lume s’addrizzaro,
nel qual non si dee creder che s’invii
per creatura l’occhio tanto chiaro.
then her eyes turned to the Eternal Light—
there, do not think that any creature’s eye
can find its way as clearly as her sight.
| bathysphere with legs, you are my superstition
spurns wrong to have the multiple partner
break off to in’sight a desire of more
ample signification history history erases
that facts should heart void accomplice
every all which is not us.
|(33.46-48)||from “Primum Mobile 10” (“AND real time is dead; proof terrorizes” to “nothing night in the after.”)|
|E io ch’al fine di tutt’ i disii
appropinquava, sì com’ io dovea,
l’ardor del desiderio in me finii.
And I, who now was nearing Him who is
the end of all desires, as I ought,
lifted my longing to its ardent limit.
| AND real time is dead; proof terrorizes
all the way in or all the way out de-tasking
heterocosm leaps out
nothing night in the after.
|(33.76-78)||(“Sin no facts, mostly the usual crush of possibilities” to “convening reproaches in ever-smaller chamber.”)|
|Io credo, per l’acume ch’io soffersi
del vivo raggio, ch’i’ sarei smarrito,
se li occhi miei da lui fossero aversi.
The living ray that I endured was so
acute that I believe I should have gone
astray had my eyes turned away from it.
| Sin no facts, mostly the usual crush of possibilities
adverse concentrics recede
cut rear rumor of circumference – if it slipped on my bed,
I wouldn’t eat the other it – pulse just lips
convening reproaches in ever-smaller chamber.
|(33.91-93)||(“venom’s liquor of love” to “expiates still wet elective facility in amatory soil.”)|
| di questo nodo
credo ch’i’ vidi, perché più di largo,
dicendo questo, mi sento ch’i’ godo.
I think I saw [that]
which that knot takes; for, speaking this, I feel
a joy that is more ample.
| venom’s liquor of love
meal plans off Mdnght Wish for bubble bathing monozygotes
accord laps lessons abandon
expiates still wet elective facility in amatory soil.
|(33.97-102)||(“Shatter plus impresses incognito salute” to “chronic redundant hope;”)|
|Così la mente mia, tutta sospesa,
mirava fissa, immobile e attenta,
e sempre di mirar faceasi accesa.
So was my mind—completely rapt, intent,
steadfast, and motionless—gazing; and it
grew ever more enkindled as it watched.
| Shatter plus impresses incognito salute
not love like any like
a sauce as unless
I shall always want everything, I
got the tongue out of my throat –
immobile claims reciprocate
reward in the infinitive mucus temptation.
|A quella luce cotal si diventa,
che volgersi da lei per altro aspetto
è impossibil che mai si consenta;
Whoever sees that Light is soon made such
that it would be impossible for him
to set that Light aside for other sight;
| Point neither promise without intoxication
– it’s not inevitable, it’s sweet; overall sudden
‘meta trade off’ is the whole body pure assertive melt
flesh for itself, no ceiling? – … kisses
leap without beyond will & nill impossible immersion in
chronic redundant hope;
|(33.121-123)||(“Oh let’s have socialism relentlessly gentle” to “privacy overreacts, parachuting the past.”)|
|Oh quanto è corto il dire e come fioco
al mio concetto! e questo, a quel ch’i’ vidi,
è tanto, che non basta a dicer “poco.”
How incomplete is speech, how weak, when set
against my thought! And this, to what I saw
is such—to call it little is too much.
| Oh let’s have socialism relentlessly gentle
praxis singed undoing most distant
privacy overreacts, parachuting the past.
|(33.127-141)||(“Cartwheeled tactics dip your fingers in the vow” to “valedictory honeymoon burns in the pagination.”)|
|Quella circulazion che sì concetta
pareva in te come lume reflesso,
da li occhi miei alquanto circunspetta,
That circle—which, begotten so, appeared
in You as light reflected—when my eyes
had watched it with attention for some time,
| Cartwheeled tactics dip your fingers in the vow
buried my birthday
red partisan shocks proof infinite to atoms
architected Pandemonium cut-to-fit-the-mouth,
|dentro da sé, del suo colore stesso,
mi parve pinta de la nostra effige:
per che ’l mio viso in lei tutto era messo.
within itself and colored like itself,
to me seemed painted with our effigy,
so that my sight was set on it completely.
| we’re in the happy neutral counter-automata – Dreamsdo-
cometrue – matriarchal matrix be anything
to annex willing total all is one
end of the world dance luscious by-the-book.
|Qual è ’l geomètra che tutto s’affige
per misurar lo cerchio, e non ritrova,
pensando, quel principio ond’ elli indige,
As the geometer intently seeks
to square the circle, but he cannot reach,
through thought on thought, the principle he needs,
| Give me a bigger cage – rootless headlong faction burst
delectable standard – elsewhere –
geometry at total, raptures diaphanous closeout diagram
generalizes fingers arraigned as chocolate,
|tal era io a quella vista nova:
veder voleva come si convenne
l’imago al cerchio e come vi s’indova;
so I searched that strange sight: I wished to see
the way in which our human effigy
suited the circle and found place in it—
| adorable base alias reality image refusal emboldens
fetus using your body without your consent –
its sweet front lathed with
this is something else;
|ma non eran da ciò le proprie penne:
se non che la mia mente fu percossa
da un fulgore in che sua voglia venne.
and my own wings were far too weak for that.
But then my mind was struck by light that flashed
and, with this light, received what it had asked.
| propitious heat headless opportunity
in order of promises, dirigibles of promise
we neatly did fill their blanks –
valedictory honeymoon burns in the pagination.
|(33.144-145)||(“cope lush coda abruptless,” to “let’s start all over stars.”)|
| ch’igualmente è mossa,
|cope lush coda abruptless,|
|l'amor che move il sole e l'altre stelle.
the Love that moves the sun and the other stars.
| risk disappears closing perfume
row of exclamation points
unleash all tenderness suspends future
to voice vote to heat
for hope lay still late
let’s start all over stars.
Next commentary: Rachel Blau DuPlessis on Close Listening, conversation with Charles Bernstein and reading, University of Pennsylvania, April 27, 2005.