Message-ID: <Pine.NEB.4.44.0208030003580.9506-100000@panix3.panix.com>
From: Alan Sondheim <sondheim@panix.com>
To: Cyb <cybermind@listserv.aol.com>,
"WRYTING-L : Writing and Theory across Disciplines" <WRYTING-L@LISTSERV.UTORONTO.CA>
Subject: poem: "how many"
Date: Sat, 3 Aug 2002 00:04:12 -0400 (EDT)
poem: "how many" how many of us read the flesh behind the poem, the mesh or gash or wound inscribed, the politics imbibed, what once was home. every death dissembles, every breath dissembles being already reeling from uniform uniform. hungry men take children by storm; there is always harm. they come to the desert. they have visions. they make incisions. all books hurt, are cut. no charm envisions, fakes, starts. their hearts are torn by words from central committees. all's the pities. inscribed, behind the poem, the mesh or gash how many of us read the flesh dissembles what once was home. every death the politics imbibed, or wound take children being already reeling from uniform dissembles, every breath the desert. they have by storm; there is always harm. uniform. hungry men hurt, are cut. no charm visions. they make incisions. all they come to all's their hearts are torn by words envisions, fakes, starts. books the pities. from central committees. 6 less NOISE 7 more NOISE _