FRANTIC, AND YOU?


HOW WILL WE GET A NEW TREE?


WE’RE WITHIN THE LAW. THAT’S WHAT HE SAID, WITHIN THE LAW. I WAS LOOKING FOR THE SIGN AS THE SUN ROSE AND THIS IS WHAT HE SAID. I TELL HIM IT HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH ME, BUT FAILING TO DO THIS, SIMPLY, ‘THE GREEN LATTICE CHAIR WOULD MATCH THE COUCH TOO CLOSELY.’ HE HAS HIS HOUSE AND I HAVE MINE AND INSIDE MINE THE GREEN LATTICE CHAIR WOULD MATCH THE COUCH TOO CLOSELY.

I WAS LOOKING FOR THE SIGN AS THE SUN ROSE. EVERYONE ELSE GREW SAD, TOO.


ON THE TRAIN TODAY I SAW MY BODY HOLDING TWO BABIES. I AM INDEPENDENT AND THEY ARE QUIET.

I FOUND YOU FLAPPING ON THE LINE BEHIND THE TEAK FURNITURE WHERE THICK WOOD LOOKED LIKE BABY’S CHEEKS IN NIGHT SHADOW. ALL CROOKED, LIKE THAT. YOU WERE SORT OF FLOATING THERE ON THE LINE. OF THE THINGS WE TALKED OF, IT WAS HAUNTED HOUSES THAT INTERESTED ME MOST BECAUSE I WATCHED THE LIGHT THROUGH YOUR WOUNDS WHEN IT BOUNCED AGAINST THE WALLS AND IT WAS SHAPED LIKE RIPE FRUIT. AT FIRST I THOUGHT THIS TO BE A GAMBIT OF A TRICK MIRROR. BUT REALIZED IT WAS A HOLE SHAPED LIKE DISCONTENT. OTHERS ARE HEART SHAPED, WHICH I KNOW TO BE TRUE. I WONDER WHY I AM EXHAUSTED BUT REMEMBER EVERYTHING IS HEART SHAPED NOW. COFFEE CUP, GRASS CLIPPING, KEY CHAIN, TREE BRANCH, CHUNKS OF HAIR. SYNAPTICALLY CONNECTED BY FLOWING VEINS, THE WARM FLESH THAT NECESSITATES IT.


WEDNESDAY HAD A CERTAIN BODY, TOO. GREEN IS ALSO THE SOURCE OF ALL LIFE IN THE COSMOS. I GIVE THIS AS PAYMENT FOR THE CHAIR. HE TALKS UNTIL HIS VOICE IS ITS OWN SEPARATE THING.


I AM FRANTIC AND YOU? THINGS I HEARD IN MY GRANDMOTHER’S MEMORY CARE FACILITY LAST WEEK:      


HOW WILL WE GET A NEW TREE?  
   
THEY HAVEN’T CHANGED A BIT.  
   
THEY HAVEN’T CHANGED AT ALL.
    
LET’S GO SEE SOMETHING ABOUT THE TREE.     

WHERE IS MY FACE.


THE OLD WOMEN ALL THINK I AM A BOY. THE VANGUARD DEMANDS CONSTANTLY STRAIGHT FACES. THEY FLIRT WITH ME AND SO I FLIRT BACK. THEY TAKE TURNS HOLDING A BABY DOLL. IT IS DRESSED IN SOME OLD COTTON, FRILL. IT IS ON THE WAY TO A BAPTISM.

ARISTOCRATIC CORPSE.

DANTESQUE.


ONE OF THE WOMEN LOOKS AT MY HAIR AND SAYS: CLIPPINGS ARE ONE CONTINUOUS BODY UNDER THE SAME PERFORMED ACT.


WEDNESDAY HAD A CERTAIN BODY. I LOOKED FOR IT AS THE SUN ROSE. I WAS PICTURING SEPTEMBER. IT WAS THE DAY BEFORE WEDNESDAY AND THEN WEDNESDAY ITSELF. I COULDN’T RETRIEVE ANY FILES FROM THAT DAY, SO WHEN YOU ASKED ME TO THERE WAS ONLY A GAPING HOLE TO WATCH THE LIGHT THROUGH. ON THE WEEKENDS THE INSIDE OF THE HOLE WAS DIFFERENT. IT ALSO SOUNDED DIFFERENT. THIS WAS NOTICEABLE WHEN YOU SPELLED IT OUT OR CREATED THE SHAPE OF IT WITH YOUR MOUTH OR ARMS. IT IS HARD WORK HAVING A NIGHT LIKE THIS.


I PICTURED THESE WOMEN RUNNING A HOUSEHOLD. THERE IS A STAFF FOR BOTH THE INSIDE AND FOR THE OUTSIDE. IN THEIR HOUSES THEY FOLLOW THINGS LIKE THIS BECAUSE THEIR LARGE GARDENS ARE MADE OF ROLLED GRASS AND MUST BE SCYTHED:


CARE MUST BE TAKEN THAT THE HORSES SHOULD BE WITHOUT SHOES AND HAVE THEIR FEET COVERED WITH WOOLEN MUFFLERS.” THE GARDENER’S NEW KALENDAR, 1758.


I DON’T REMEMBER WHO ASKED ME,HOW WILL WE GET A NEW TREE?


THEY LIVE IN LONG HOUSES WITH WIDE GARDENS THAT LOOK LIKE FARMS BUT DO NOT PRODUCE FOOD. ONLY SOMETIMES DO THEY PRODUCE FOOD.

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IN MARIAN’S GARDEN AT THE EDGE OF THE FIELD, CARROTS GROW IN THE SOIL. THERE IS A SMALL ANIMAL BUT IT IS TOO FAR AWAY TO KNOW WHAT IT ACTUALLY IS. IT IS EATING.


IN MARIAN’S GARDEN KLAUS NOMI PERFORMS HIS CLOSING ACT FROM ‘NEW WAVE VAUDEVILLE’ AMID CLOUDS OF DRY ICE AND THE SOUNDS OF A LANDING SPACESHIP. HE IS SINGING AN ARIA FROM SAINT-SAENS SAMSONS ET DALILA. MARIAN WHO IS MY GRANDMOTHER’S NEIGHBOR IS A SCOUT FOR THE DEUTSCHE OPER BERLIN. IN HER LUSCIOUS GARDEN NOMI PERFORMS HENRY PURCELL’S 1961 OPERA, KING ARTHUR. THE BABY DOLL IS FRONT ROW.


IT IS THE EVENING OF THE DAY. IT WAS DARK, THE KIND OF DARK WHERE YOU WOULD USUALLY USE A FLASHLIGHT BUT WE DID NOT HAVE ONE, ONLY A LAMP. I WAS THERE, TOO, IN THE GARDEN.

INSTEAD OF HERE WHERE I SHOULD BE AND WHEN I SAW MARIAN SHE WAS SHAPED LIKE RAIN ON THE GROUND, SHE LOOKED LIKE BANGS. WHEN I LOOKED AT HER SHE WAS BETWEEN TWO LUMPS OF A GARDEN WALL. THIS HAPPENS WHEN THE AIR TURNS BLUE AND THE CLOUDS LOOK LIKE ROCKS.


FROM THE WALL SHE SAID, POINT OUT THAT TO MAKE PEOPLE BELIEVE THAT A REPLICA IS THE REAL THING YOU HAVE TO MAKE IT THE SHAPE OF THE THING.

THERE IS EXQUISITE ORDER IN THE ENCLOSURE. IN AN ESSAY CALLED GARDENS IN WAR TIME FROM 1940, STEFAN ZWEIG WRITES THAT IN THE SQUARE ALLOTMENT OF THE ENGLISH GARDEN IS THE KEY TO INSULATING THE PEOPLE FROM NERVOUS EXCITEMENT, FROM UNCERTAINTY AND THE DRONE OF CHATTER. I LIKE THIS.  


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