“the fragility of we” by Maya Weeks

“And how do you perform?”
“You go from anyplace to anyplace.”
-Anne Tardos, Jackson MacLow, Artpool, Budapest, November 1993

applause drives black cat
from living room

*

self feels feeling
returning to body

*
there are places
we can go
where our friends
are gathered

*

humans! i am shocked
by how many rules we have
for how few we follow

*

part of being subject
is being able to act
bitter or sweet

*

sound coming
from plum lips
a quick surprise

*
up in the air
like everything

*

i am walking
into myself

*
looking for
your colors

*

if unimpressionable
then unimpressed

*
if i can self-differentiate
by god i can do anything

*

if i can do anything
by god i am god

*
rain graying
fast approaching
night’s capacity

*
i’m pretty good
with my math
for the time being

*
orders completed
resources depleted

*

the future is casual
the divine is here
*

the first few days
of thinking backwards
are always the hardest

*

don’t get shook

*

circles like cells divide themselves

*

it is not always clear
who knows someone
and who is a stranger

*

it doesn’t matter how big you are
in the poetry world
you’re still just a name

*

john ashbery
eat your
heart out
*

this is not a group this is just some people from the neighborhood

*

talking about purchasing
an airstream RV
talk about owning your own home
before age thirty

*

i can’t help but
want to dialog
about language

*

the only way
to get a good reading
is with the tongue

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how beautiful music
how gorgeous humans
how tortured we

*

all of this is fluid
but everybody’s acting
like it’s fixed

*
nobody’s saying they’re not up for flux

*

from spectacle to spectacular
a glance is acknowledgement

*

to look away is to admit
to having wanted to see

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i want                        if not love                        at least                              affection
i want                                 to be                             affected

*

being a process
becoming passion

*

this is not a state that looks familiar
but there are parts that are graspable

*

you are magic when you evaporate
i can see the salt you leave behind

*
if i can’t find you
when the national guard comes
is it because
i looked away?
*
it does not
feel safe
to be alone
*

lacking ability to abstract
me from circumstance
and us from endeavours

*

we know what we’re against
but who’s to say what we are for?

*
a fatty accent mark
makes a mockery of meaning

*

machines are needed
to make machines

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when we don’t know
how to get to us
we parse silence

*

you’re supposed to think
these kinds of things through

*
but if you don’t
you can decide afterwards
what they mean
*

at the end of the night it is i who is alone
with the harvest moon setting

*
uncertain where to plot
a body extraneous

*

not lonely
just misunderstood

*

the difficulty
in connecting
with people
not imagined
the way guilt is

*

to be worldly
is a blessing
or a curse
in a small town

*

you chose to be here
and you can return any time you want to

*
peripheral vision defined
by field of heirloom carrots
*

no time for bodies
no space for tears

*

wanting to feel better
feeling fine

*
why go to new york?

*
new york
is coming
to us

*

everyone around us
are the only people
we have

*

that was glass cake
we are kusikia and we are
going to play
a bit louder

*
slow and cyclical
a measure of success

*

everybody is just barely holding on
it’s interesting to see what they choose to hold on to

*
you can interpret it what
you want it it’s your brains

*

no need for a kiss fra münchen
when there is someone out there
who knows there is nothing like texture

*

people are changing
their minds

*

we believe our dreams because
they are self-referential

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i’m sorry i have to take away the candle
here’s an electric candle

*

that fire sure looks nice
if only we could feel it

*

sunrise upon
bilateral pink horizon
all the sounds in the world
scratching in
noisy
beautiful
where is my love?

*

one likes to wake up in one’s own bed
when one has spent the night dreaming one is someone else

*
where we come from
is not so important
as why we left

*

good morning america
i am on the verge of dying
of laughter

Copyright © 2012, Maya Weeks


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