*For these poems, I select a number of books that I own, open them to random pages, and select random lines. I then assemble these lines into poems.
Assembled Book Poem No. 1[1]
how would ‘subjectivity’ without a subject or object be
–about which, incidentally, Bloch has nothing to say–
equally true for those, who, still in a state of “tutelage”
their wood had been consumed and
the nows of summer glitter in a ring
flung it open and continued to follow him
down the mountainside, in a cloud of clinging dust
Assembled Book Poem No. 2 [2]
Run for your very life
I’m beginning to
her focal point
staring first at the shirt
the mouths
with a carnation of pink sugar
a rather refreshing eyesore
he lived alone
but still achingly
this last emphasized word
doing what?
and things are more or less
at this point futile
have intelligence enough to see that
he’s almost done with all that
just listen to this
and I could not
he had done so
that new toothpaste
compared with the noise
these other people
and sadder
I ever saw
of anybody else, at all
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[1] Slaughterhouse Five, The Phantom Tollbooth, Between Past and Future, Aesthetics and Politics, Metapolitics, Poetry Magazine, The Unbearable Lightness of Being
[2] The Broom of the System alternating with Franny and Zooey
