15.4.17

grammars

grammar is a magic show with a participatory human audience, the magician unknown

to go insane – whatever this might mean – is to assume a grammar unregistered in society’s sacred books

the sun has a grammar. ants. events. hair. failure. edison bulbs. stuffed aubergine. howler monkeys. hashish. an mba. moles. adobe reader professional. sambucus nigra. the hawaiian dr laura.
there being no grammar of grammars – each of these just another grammar – and to know a grammar is to enter into it, pass through the forests of love and hate, break it, add it to a recipe with others … – i enter into the grammars of death knowing very little and if there might be ways to learn (learn? …) more grammars than i have time to willfully learn, what would be these ways?

within a human language there are many grammars
one can be a polyglot but effectively know only one grammar

i would play with grammars as children play with sand or some adults with clay, encaustics, wire, birdseed, and marinated cotton

to break grammar (in the way perhaps one breaks a phone or a carrot) is not to see into the grammar of that grammar, but glimpse another one

a grammar is less a set of rules or principles that guide a set of things in their interactions, less even a vision, a spectacle, an event, more movements, dancings

speaking of a grammar is an impossible practice, though we pretend to do the impossible; we can only speak of grammars. but even then in speaking we despeak them

oh black elder of grammar. steep language’s night. graft electric sativa into these simian bulbs. shampoo my stumbling with aloha’s curricula. i am a plant, unspeakable unspeakabilities. i am an egg

i can fry, poach, boil, scramble grammar. its culinary possibilities taunt my dreams and i awaken like a sylph, blood and titanium on my tongue

technology is a grammar – grammars of maplessly bypassing humanity
god is a grammar – grammars of deserts and geometries
nature is a grammar – grammars of gloamings of grammars
art is a grammar – grammars of grammars
and humanity?
humanity is not a grammar, nor grammars …
            we are nomadic punctuation marks, refugees of signs

who walks among these stepping stones as if they were knowledge? who walks through those mountains unperturbed by carrots? only grammars unacquainted with counting and love

grammar has two arms but little else – or else one very small one
grammar is the grammar of your female forebears

grammar is a dream of how to live

there is a grammar to a day. today, for example, i can hardly speak and doubt whether it or any other will ever be speakable

explaining grammar to grammar … not unlike talking about breath to breath

the human is comprised of numerous tensions, including those between the states of matter of grammar: its solidity, fluidity, gaseousness, plasmaticity. i am formed of all four (and perhaps like the universe not equally) but how do the grammars i live correspond to my form, these states within?

evolution – however tentative, geometrically flexible it might be – seeks seeking, grammars of shape spoken by dark matter in their anchorholds

i am riding the subway train. it teaches me of the relations of things. i turn what i learn into invisible prose and converse with an audience of dreams

i see continuums on the heights of potatoes, animal pathways from void to void, questioning themselves in fogs of established relations

rules are like, says the walrus, tears i shed for broken waves, prophecies of suidaeocracies so potent and sublime i return my citizenship in humanity

rules lure us but this luring is not a ruling nor even a standard but playing darts in the sand

there is a grammar to the soul that poets and mystics, obsessed with futile quests, attempt to describe in the forms of their creations

grammars! sandcastles? factories? crocodiles? mentors? libraries? travel guides? recipes? passports? dictionaries’ doppelgangers? wormholes? problematic altars? physics’ alphabets? alpha-bits? snakes&ladders? alpha&omega? arboreal harbingerings? present participial forgettings? lists?

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