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?
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?
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