Interlude

Day (After Rimbaud)



Day.

Day on fire invisible | water | day on ice.

Partly cloudy water to drink.

The well is dry.

Dry.

Sun.

The day on fire.

The day visible.

| Cascading | sun | water heavy laden green-blue

Trees are bent all in the same direction,

| Immobile | blue-grey stone.

They are as quiet as a stone.

Stone.

Cloud.

The day on fire silent | North |

Of where we are

White sky | sea | gone

One cloud heavy laden | green-white cascade.

Cascade.

Bird.

The day is on fire

Of fire.

It’s a fine day clear cool

One pellet of fire drop of visible fire

| Descending | we ascending

As though we were ascending

Countless bead steam.

Bead.

Steam.

Day fire | open | flame tree upright shimmering

Substance is melting itself

Is burning like an unburning tree in full leaf

Each leaf a flame dropping and suspended in the tree spider web dew

Night, no, day, ice, no, fire

Articulate loud web and stem.

Stem.

Summer.

Summer day of fire on fire

Electric webs

There’s a feeling of intense heat coming from the webs

From the stems, the trees,

| Sky lit | descending

Consuming

Visibility.

Consuming visibility itself.

A bird in free fall | flame |

Ice refracting ice | water | blue, green, yellow, pale yellow

Pink, white, absence of white

Pure light, pure seeing, not seeing anything

Driving, stop sign, casual glance right left

The day | still | on fire sign.



Night (After Blake)


Night.

The forests invisible / plain air burning.

Give me air to breathe.

The bell rings bright.

Bright.

Burns bright in the

What you say.

Wolf wolf / ring the bell

To the greenwood gone

To the greenwood

To the

Side.


Of


Forests of / not forest

Of the night burning

We turn as one

Turn as one

Bright burning

Bright.


In the forests of the

Recreation area

By the greenwood / side

Wolf in the wood

Not woods

Burn trash

Not.


Permitted.


Night

The night

Of the night

It burns

Wolf / wolf

By the greenwood side

Over by the old mill

In the jungle of cities

And a thousand birds

It burns / as I burned

I burned

I

Saw

Bright

Burning bright

Tyger burning bright

Over by where we were yesterday

A feeling of intense heat

Did he / did

He / did he

And a thousand birds

In a fine formation

Turn to the East as one

One / cloud

Of night


Over by the old mill

In the forests of the night

It burns.

And a thousand birds

In a fine formation

Swerve as one

As one

One

One eye

Burning bright

I burn

As she goes

The tyger paces back and forth

It burns

In the night

The night

Night

Night eye

You must burn Garcia

Bright burn bright

In the forest

By the old mill where we were