Nietzschean Irrationalism in November

Nietzschean Irrationalism In November


It was curious to feel cursive, a feeling
Like being the curlicues of a curlew's bill,
But a series,
A configuration,
A connection of curves.
It was like being rhizomic with
Effective pale roots, twists of
Of a neologistic cathedral invented
To worship a decentered self
In the center of a circle, the community and who
Has subdued the power of the circumference,
The community
And has the feeling of being with a companion,
Of being stroked by a lover,
Although alone with plenitude,
Although present is a lack.

When discrete and disparate events
Are added up the sum is the wrong answer.
Refusal to fix meanings in January
Lets the moon in March become a white bird
That flies across the tongues of oranges
And stops the speaking of crinkled, canned words.
Silence gives birth to flesh and a fetish.

The autobiographer is a fantasist.


Duane Locke

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