Enhances

control—

through dated entries, small numbers that steady our brains, mm/dd/yy as prescription medication, serotonin uninhibitors, grip on the shoulders by our warm and glowing Monitor-Mother snap out of it hold on damn you stop shaking—

over our lives. Over the "link-farm" sprawl of the Web.

Reversal

Stillness in the extreme, absolute control, immaculate beauty, the wholly arrested clock,

is, of course, death.

And death is the mouth falling open saying nothing.  The record, the log, obliterated.

Retrieves

belief in form.

longing for form.

longing for a form which is not fraudulent.

an understanding that what we say, that SAYING, is linked to the daily and the communal and the earnest pulsing wish to live. Some BODY

out THERE, to speak to. Interlocuter, co-author, ever-summoning

lover-Other…

 Bakhtin: "Fuck an A."

Obsolesces

 retrieval.

Enhances

hearth-feeling in galactic void.

N O W

Reversal

Bills, cat photos, confessions like an onslaught of Q-Tips. Very bones go soggy.  Eat shit mother fucker.

"A prolonged, indistinct noise." --Shak.

"Crap." --me

Retrieves

obsolescence. 

the “flying report.”

Obsolesces

was and will.