"in poetry what matters is neither what is said, nor the way in which it is said, nor the meaning, nor the music. something else matters..."

"...and it cannot be analyzed." ~jean cocteau










1. a backward glance, 2. last sale, 3. Case, 4. All I See

from memory a few possible sites

the summer before last
the wonderful sequence.


the survival of objects
aching for sleep.




surprise, surprise
the small drawing.


the room was suddenly
for remembering.

what jakobsen said

"without contradiction, there is no interplay of concepts, no interplay of signs, the relationship between the concept and the sign becomes automatic, the progress of events comes to a halt, and all consciousness of reality dies [...] poetry protects us from this automaticization, from the rust that threatens our formulation of love, hate, revolt, and reconciliation, faith and negation."

~from julia kristeva's "desire in language"