06.25.2004

Unchanged beauty, immaterial beauty, imageless beauty—the Good?
We fall into a dark cave with the ancient, fat philosopher

The difference between looking and watching stems from the need
You may watch silence; you can taste and see

We are a community of lookers, not a community of listeners
The image bludgeons the nuance of telling

An interlude of graduated meditation readies us for stories
A voice-over said, The secret of beauty flees, then stopped

We let the camera show us truth, surrendering to the apparatus
Clustered and waiting to present themselves before the lens

She stiffens, he stiffens—there's no avoiding it now
Not with the lights off, abstraction takes the fun out of it

She reels in thoughts from streaming perceptions
A slip of the tongue occurs everyday of everyday life

A spectrum of sexual perception ripples the stream of consciousness
Eros speeds the propagation of pretext and spent promise

What was I then? This old photo's flesh, or the relished dreams?
That winter day I wept and walked past All Souls Parrish

I leaked a lot of snot and cried tons of tears
Wiggle & nibble, suck & spit—polymorphous pleasures if you will