Distribution Automatique

Sunday, September 21

c. 1976


A collaboration to a minor
collage or challenge,
college.
Weeping call.
Who circles
someone
around it
out typifies
indecisiveness
in Massachusetts.
Misinterpreted
individuals,
artists,
celebrate the
kindly ocean
of
inaccurate
history.
As the waters
flow backwards
into feeling
washed
back
into the lonely
self are sets
of two kinds of
days,
dais,
or one might,
night
simply a springboard
to make-believe
history,
cardboard boxes, anagrams.
Maps
or territories

Its the corrected
anthology
of individual
silences that have been
continuously
pressed into
service
by the suns eye
size of anyone's
book (false face).
In an attitude
of victims the —
which is only
the private
expression of a
bank,
attitude of the
junction
confusion,
for example,
indifference,
references
seemed like
all the words
were
available
I meant,
swearing up
processed right
the front
(“up... to', is removed).

Collages drawn
backwards
from the end
of the sentence
to its beginning,
it emerges
gradually to an
ordinary truth
(sunrise),
the singular
everyday name
of a loved
object.
Remains
there and here
examined,
illumined
in the simultaneous
renderings of the
middle,
specifics,
pressures,
monogrammatical
measurements.
I discuss with someone
who
only wanted
to refer
to discuss with,
or at some point
I am ascribing
(and describe
with a compass
an arc,
a silence,
fixed in
patterns
of lights
against the
hemisphererical
planetarium ceiling
an inscribed
sequence
of rooms,
archaic memories)
the boundaries of
an orderly depiction.
I can't hint its documented
I answer to the
one questioning
the representation
and me, this time
equating depiction
and representation,
also
implying
our presence
(moi et je).

This, gentlemen,
drones an emotionless,
deep voice,
behind which is recorded
the coughing voice
of the sea,
is Western history
unfolding,
individual artist
thereby rescues
fate
of a sensibility
of membership.

Days without
flowers
to present,
only with the
absence that
draws with it
today's associations.
“I
was
warning
you”
and off goes
the television,
on the stereo,
the statement
“this place
needs more
light.” Cameras,
script,
lighting. Scratchy
recording sounds.