The Brooklyn Rail

Do you know / what the message of Western / Civilization is? I am alone. – Eileen Myles

we feel
               lost – Ed Roberson

you can’t be wicked anymore
because the internet has devoured everything once known
as bad

bad feelings like disgust, desire to disappear or to die out into
the nothing in which one is
suspended
or to kill [her] with some
“bitch be gone”

end up frozen
for an unknown period of time
thinking mostly about things
you want

Issey Miyake Pleats Please

you freeze up
a wrong bad action
to take

unclenching long enough to be
“mean”
as a snake

at scale

you intend to

possess your self and be
at the level of the organism’s means of expression

to fight
it is bad to fight

to get the
possibility of catastrophic violence entirely off you, the very definition of
discourtesy
disabling a whole
assumption

the black angel t-shirt from Denim Tears

may be outside that Desire rightly called “atmosphere conditions”

oh to be cruel and
impossible in dialogue

YSL
Woody
embodies
the incredible lameness of the upstate lifestyle

the Margiela Tabi
and other items that can actually be worn suggest the value of personal elegance
possibly the only equivalent of encountering total
chaos that we have in our galactical
spot
Gucci suiting addresses my hunger for certain powerful geometries of the male physique
taste
such as i have a kind of galaxy on orion’s belt

Ben’s poem
where the balaclava fashion and genocide have to get together
speaking
at once
to where I come from and where I am coming from
concentrates

the question

who could be led by these Obamas
(no matter how LeBRON JAMES might suggest a model of gentle redistribution and physical
integrity                           long life)
how does Pharrell figure into all this?
as a piece of the developing not atmosphere not storm

like, blind

we are in a thing like a blind curve
the kettle black, what we are held inside and are inside
our inside
invisible
from Paris or Martha’s Vineyard
the nonplace

LV LV LV LV

real
as Los Angeles where the desert erupts at the rate of the impossible
forest, trees, ocean
the whales
island places Douglass went

have you been? have you been have you been

Sao Paolo Berlin Rome Capetown Venice assholes

our principal sorrow beginning again
small
wee shall be made a story

that cannot be accessed

places

Phoebe Philo
pants

wheeee
can be
no longer or ever ever go
an aspirant congregation modeled
on futurism worse than spent
disenchanted