Gringo : TJ Poemas


it is absolutely frowned upon by the rules of academic poetics to have a poem without a title. then, if you cannot have a title, you can call it untitled. then, if you refuse to call it untitled, the bibliographers and academicians, hungry for platonic order and library alphabetics, will call it by its first line. then there will be a big (not, pitifully little and petty, rather selfish ego) debate over whether this titled [sic, d.] actually is the first line, or whether the first line.d actually is " / " [diagonal slash] heh heh heh read it an' weep in your frying pan oh green goes the rushes oh....

or whether the title is this paragraph eh, and not "and the time changed" ho.



{for Kenneth Patchen and Charles Bernstein}






















[and the time changed]















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               every word ever spoken          /
               every sentence ever pronounced /
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               echo yesterday tomorrow big bang
               from creation of language   /
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               mama                      /
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     mmmmm we are coming from here there
     yes yes  we  are   moving  across  the  page

     buffalo crowd against your fence, Rio
     yes yes  he  is   seeing   it  all now  okay

     and

                                             so

     forth
                                             the
                                            edge
                                            salt  lick .
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TJ Poemas Gringo


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