SPRING POEM “FANTASY IS PRECISELY WHAT
REALITY CAN BE CONFUSED WITH”

The harmful nitwits of Godard
Host, Guest, and Me
categories whose practice is being born
a snowdrop, all the time

freshet breeze the face of April
June its ramifying aspect
mineral and incipient tooth has January
the daffodil too, about to have a mind
the brush following its emergence of the brush in reality
by hair
it resonated, all the way here!, by a possible means
the long wire means of possible means
the goal of the winter mind of heaven
and earth
still melon, still loud enough
but a mind with a point
….


             screaming at birds!
             in joy
             lying down
             the way a certain stick
             in the heart
             responds to fairness….

             fish food coming down to the angels!
             going up!



















*title quote from Stanley Cavell's The World Viewed
.