nthposition online magazine

12 riddles of spirit, crook in hand

by Rodrigo Toscano

[ poetry - may 05 ]

1.
The returning legions of "spirit"
kick up dust, clouds
the size of Connecticut

drifting, showering down

finite
affect

2.
Thinking of the Ravenous Billions
the screen blinking
the front part of the storm
˜the avant of it

calling you

accomplice

Who was I?

Who will I be?

3.
A clear stream of libertas
clarion tenor

MACHINE'S REVELATION

is not enough

What gives pause
or impetus
to my hand or mouth
in culture

interests me

as in
whose
"wits"
agree

(whose not)

like an 18" monitor
dropped on your head
whispers to you

an animus

What was it?

What will it be?

4.
In the desperate lotto draw of the "soul"
(soul, a kind of outsourcing of the social)
someone wins a freedom
dreamt of on the iron mattress of
finance

All the Friday eves of the world, the Saturday morns,
the Sunday bunny hop days

"flex-time" - boxing in

remittances - frozen

fester

Lockean-Smithean-Carnegian-Volkerist

Republics

An integral who's who

informing on

"you?

family circuits too"

geist

it's pretty
chummy

you have to admit

5.
To be young at heart
though the elbow quit pronating fully
years ago

That today
we're "faithfully" fulfilling
someone's enough

To wittingly swamp the senses
baud rates being
priv-

has all but flummoxed
the imag-

has all about itself an aura
of the etern-

present continuous

has all about its nape
necklaces

little skulls

goofy smiles

chomper-romper teeth

6.
So that who's strung out by "wait"
so that now, adding spirit-dust to it

without the means
to fund such a hill of beans

Art thou frightened of death?
Art thou frightened of disease?
Art thou frightened of war?

I too flew straight into this lungèd-life a-heaving
without preview, choice, or much deliberation.

I too, in a different circumstance might embrace an art that's
"irreducibly provisional" that's "infinitely plastic"

But Ich can't stand the feel of the assigned (starchy) uniforms

And Ich will love basketball, though Ich won't watch it on TV this season

and perhaps many more

7.
To lose faith
Finally, in the face of economics
Infrastructure, the common weal.

To gain bulk in the shoulders
Padding in the ass
To approximate
Fellow toiler's
Lusts

A to C, screw B

8.
"lotsa motsa!"

"lotsa lumpia!"

"lotsa chalupa!"

"lotsa hefe weisse!"

"lotsa lemon vodka!"

"lotsa spritzer!"

"if we had so much as suggested something different,
we might have been spared these dried mango chips"

9.
e x p r e s s i v e  r e p u b l i c s

(another day)

10.
Permutations of the Billions'
interests

How's possible not to - rep?

Micro-Direct, Indirect-Delegational, Random-Spectral

If it ain't already dreaming, bidding
for
you

(text-interface
magnetism)

then...

different dips

for different chips

is only a marketing scheme

10.
In the grand tussle between words and spirit...

words

give people time to fortify or run

spirit

(not without its cruel humor)

maketh its own abode within the soul

Hail! Hail! Hail!

Homeland

Hunstman

11.
Two things Martin Luther said

"ohne mich!" "count me out!"

"ich kann nicht anders?" "how can I do otherwise?"

Two things Luther said

(as Anselm Berrigan put it)

"Trained Meat"

12.
What bones of mine will be left to gnaw on

once the plume settles