*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