Rodrigo Toscano: State and Sensibility

Fall '05 TOC

"I'm alert," says writing "I'm ever alert"

—chorus:

BUT IS IT?

Solitude as fortitude—typing rhythm—k'ee k'ee k'ee k'ee k'ee k'ee

Radiance gullible, ghostly face—k'ee k'ee k'ee ("blink! blink!")

text-face

                                           thrum

thrive
hellcat skipping breaths

 

k'ee k'ee k'ee k'ee

hail! hopeful

                afloat

                to flail at

fluttering!

 

IMP.   CONQ.   LIBER.   HAPP.   HUM.

—negative, Plucked Eagle

                  nor that ending

                                              in

                               "L"

           (languidly)

 

k'ee k'ee

Detect lint-size trace

Godzilla portion chunk

"E" "Q" "U"

"A"

              .goes with.

—nuh uh

                     won't stick

no way

no how

                      that

ending in.

Commmes of a sudden—of a must've but didn't notice can't remember some sort of trick, shrill ring in the ears ceaseless throbbing deeessstiny

Somnambulist at the caboose controls

                      on the horn
                      to central

 

"Can we get some traction
here?"

 

The last four years slipping away
merrily

 

Gorge, has it been waiting there
all along?

 

Administration, are we
                              auto-administrative

 

                  tussled psyche, cramped

 

trampolining—

 

(the edges are of solid steel)

 

I could—

 

I squak vexed

I squak

             vexed

"I'm alert" says writing

barreling down the slope

Commmes—of a—

          what's also

                             scuttling

(shyly)

                      away

By love

By hate

By whim

By fate

By smitten & bitten

By special appearance

By open invite

About to close

How script feels about it

How I feels about it

Fervor

                   Cognition

Imago

                      History

Dr. Grip

                    Arboribus

The brilliant beryllium blue

petals

                 hailing down

TRACE-CHUNK

k'ee k'ee

(little hymnal sketched out on the front cart just before blinking)

O pirated time

O sovereign allowance

O dukedom of dorky moments

O lunk-around of liminal spaces

 

Dump the conceit.

 

Dump you.

            (figured
              that it
              dimply
              smiled to gesture)

 

a brittle belief in.

Commmes of a sudden—of a must've but didn't notice can't remember some sort of trick, shrill ring in the ears ceaseless throbbing deeessstiny.

                                        ‹solo›   ‹dogged›   ‹volition›

Commmes of a sudden—of a must've / but didn't notice (can't remember (some sort of trick)), shrill ring in the ears (ceaseless) throbbing deeessstiny.

                                         ‹blink›   ‹always›   ‹I do first›

Commmes—of-a-sudden-of-a-must've-but-didn't-notice-can't-remember-some-sort-of-trick shrill-ring-in the-ears-ceaseless-throbbing deeessstiny.

                                           ‹trick›    ‹in the full tricked›     ‹sense of the word›

Commmes—of a sudden—of a must've—but didn't notice—can't remember—some sort of trick—shrill—ring—in the ears—ceaseless—throbbing—deeessstiny.

‹te boto "I toss you"› ‹te boto—"I toss you"› ‹away›

New York, July 2004

first published by The Poker (#6), June 2005.

 

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