nypoesi 3/06
RODRIGO TOSCANO Truax Inimical (Part 3)

(1) Life is pulse really
(3) And there’s compression
(2) And there’s decompression
(4) Panoramic but seen from within
 
(1) A tetrahedron from all sides
(4) Complex
(2) Beautiful
(3) Many-sided
 
(4) We once revered flat surfaces
(1) No mas!
(3) We once pronounced chance king
(2) No mas!
 
(1) How’s it that we’re fourdistinct entities here?
(4) How’s it that we’re singular and one-at-a-time? 
(2) How’s it that we’re each one-quarter of one whole?
(3) How’s it that we’re each four times more than the other?
 
(4) Life is bluster too!
(1) Movimiento Al Socialismo
(3) Highlight it
(2) Copy it
 
(1-4)
HOLD YOUR
SCHEISSE
COUSIN!
 
TOES OFF
THE
KEYBOARD!
 
(3) How did a chunk of charcoal become a gem?
(4) By compression—I told you—life is bluster too
(2) Flies would have it otherwise
(1) Where do I sign?
 
(3) Evo Morales must manifest—not just paste it “Full Nationalization of Gas Deposits”
(1) Life is a constituent assembly in the making
(4) Life is a coca leaf for the taking
(2) Flies would have it otherwise
 
(3) Moviemiento a la poesia translinguistica
(1) Where do I sign?
(2) Moviemiento a la poesia multimetricalista
(4) Where do I sign?
 
(1) We once coveted interiorities of bohemian moms and pops
(2) No mo’!
(4) We once sported vertical-striped acrylic death-of-the-I sweaters—and twill pants
(3) No mo’!
 
(1) Sign here
(4) And here
(2) And here
(3) And here
 
(1) And here
(4) And here
(2) And here
(3) And here
 
(2) When does a line of verse become a chant?
(1) Damn I hate speech!
(4) I hate text
(3) I hate both your tushies
 
(2) And here
(4) Have I told you about how a site-specific approach might have been a more efficient— 
(1) Moviemiento Al Compacto Transregional!
(3) You did—and rather inefficiently
 
(2) How does a baby become a corpse?
(1) By too much autonomy (“don’t tread on me”)
(3) By not enough autonomy (volonté genéral)
(4) Damn I hate fudging the fundamental difference between Locke and Rousseau
 
(1) How’s it that we’re fourdistinct entities here?
(4) How’s it that we’re singular and one-at-a-time? 
(2) How’s it that we’re each one-quarter of one whole?
(3) How’s it that we’re each four times more than the other?
 
 (1)
Warm breeze from the south pole
Flows towards the north pole
Bends vernal pool grasses
Gently layering
These cold
Words
Bending
 
(3) Toes on the keyboard cousin—hit me.
 
(1)
Fresh milk from the sow cow
Flows towards the kick bucket
Gladdens a gentle heart
Gently quenching
These parched
Words
Suckling
 
(2) Manifestingnew trade pacts—based on social needs—say—between—Venezuela, Brazil, Argentina, Cuba—possibly Ecuador and Peru—and of course, now—Bolivia…can be a bulwark against constraint-as-chanceWorld Bankregional—poetics
 
(4) A tetrahedron from all sides
(2) Complex
(3) Beautiful
(1) Many-sided
 
(3) I found another penny on 14th street in Manhattan, tucked halfway between the chained door of a kiosk and the cold January pavement—early morning, and it looked pretty schmutzy this penny, and it was—yuk, but as it is my habit (ok, psychology), not to abandon congealed labor, and what’s more—the ritual is to rub it to make out the date—and I always compare that date to another date, and think…how did I get here
 
(1) Life is pulse really
(3) And there’s compression
(2) And there’s decompression
(4) Panoramic but seen from within                              
 
(3) Bechtel—in Bolivia, tried (but failed) to make collecting rainwater illegal
(4) Life is bluster on the move—for sure
(2) Movimiento a la construcción de bombas poeticas efectivas para explotar la dirección general de Bechtel!
(1) Where do I sign up for a Spanish class?
 
(4) What did Bolívar think about Toussaint thinking about Robespierre?
(3) What did Robespierre think about Toussaint thinking about Rousseau?
(2) What did Frederick Douglas think about Toussaint thinking about Thomas Paine?
(1) On the senate floor, why did Senator Preston Brooks from the Palmetto State almost cane to death senator Charles Sumner from the Bay State—May 22, 1856?
 
(2) We once were intimidated by the words “vagrant” “fugitive” “illegal”
(3) We once were cowed by legalistic national literatures and/or positivist frameworks for spontaneous cultural expression 
(1) We once were ashamed to declare complete independence from the three chunks of charcoal known as Canada, Mexico, and the U.S.
(4) We once were too timid to proclaim a more translucent gem  
 
(3) Another penny I spotted on Bedford Avenue in Brooklyn, but on close inspection it was a one-cent euro (which can’t buy you a sprig of Bulgarian rosemary) but there it was tucked underneath a Polish nanny’s white boot—goodness—my time’s certainly got to be more valuable than the 10 minute wait to retrieve it, but, as it is my praxis (ok, neurosis), not to abandon congealed labor, I poised myself for the moment—swooped in, snatched it, rubbed it...compared the date to another date…and thought…where the hell am I going
 
(1)
Trapped steam from the collection chamber
Shoots towards the escape valve
Sparks methane gasses
Rapidly setting
These copper-nickel
Turbines
A-turnin!
 
(2) Eyes on the energy exchange agreements cousins—ahoowa!
 
(4)
Busybodies from the Peripheral Poetic Zone
Bore into the Central Poetic Zone
Flies, crickets, roaches
Steadily creeping
Towards these acid
Realities
Settling
 
(3) Heroically? To casts one’s lot—again—with culture?
(1) Candelabra of exchange values, twitching hominoids glittering (I mean…overhead)
(2) Life is manure, in’ it?
(4) And crop
 
(1) Ruefully, as I will’ve slammed the door—on it        
Though the door is missing
And that’s hot lead on the dragonfly’s eyes
 
(2) Determinatively, as I might’ve made the door—myself
But the materials are missing
And the know-how lacking
 
(3) Ironically, as I’m directing—conceptually—the idea of a door
Not driving a single nail myself
Who’s listening anyway?
 
(4) Stoically, to casts one’s lot—once more—with culture?
Culture—it’s listening?
(I’m not)
 
(1) The sound of a door…closing…where’s that sound of a door closing dammit!
 
(3) The shorts were $7.99 upon asking, so I gave her $8.00, and she said thank you with a finality that horrified my world-historical mission (ok, tick) not to “abandon congealed labor”, and so I said (meekly) “I’m sorry, but it’s for my—collection”…when instantly the price shot up to ten dollars—and zero cents; but after a protracted (and of course, dialectical) struggle, I managed to seize a $9.00—and one cent—poetic—pair of shorts
 
(1) Where do I sign up?
(2) What are you out of your fucking mind!?
(3) Moviemiento a la poesia trangresista materialista!
(4) Flies even—have it otherwise
 
(1) Sign here
(4) And here
(2) And here
(3) And here
 
(4) We once were titillated by the phrases “free trade” “inhibition release” “attach ye not to the material things of this world”
(2) We once were titty-twizzled by delicious descriptions of perennially open-ended poetics and/or border crossing aesthetics sans actual bodies moving freely
(3) We once were too bashful to conceive and design and construct a tetrahedron from the conception of the translucent gem henceforward to be known as ESMERALDA
(1) We once were too repressed to take a nude collective bubble bath with ESMERALDA
 
(2) And here…
(1) What about here?
(3) And there
(4) Now—submit that to the assembly
 
(1) Me—as only me?
(4) Sort of
(2) Me—as only me?
(3) Kind of
 
(4) Me—as only me?
(1) Maybe
(3) Me—as only me?
(2) Close enough
 
(1) How’s it that we’re fourhundred milliondistinct entities here?
(4) How’s it that we’re singular and one-at-a-time? 
(2) How’s it that we’re each one fourhundred millionth of one whole?
(3) How’s it that we’re each four hundred million times more than the other?
 
(2) Blake—advised Paine—to jet to France
(3) Robespierre—gave the nod—to Toussaint
(1) Douglas—became ambassador—to Haiti
(4) Du Bois—kicked a high volley—to Hughes—striker extraordinaire
 
(3) Paine conceived of a sort of social security 
(1) Toussaint of a kind of nation-state
(4) Douglas suggested maybe a new constitution
(2) Hughes was close enough to the mass-popular approach to poetics as practiced by the Cuban Nicolás Guillén to be considered master conceptualist of—
 
(1-4) ESMERALDA
 
(4) When the jailer went to every cell marking with chalk the doors of the ones to be guillotined that morning, Paine’s door was open as a doctor had been visiting, and somehow in the confusion, his door got marked on the inside, so that it later appeared to be closed
 
(3) The sound of a door…swinging…open…where’s that sound…of a door…swinging…open…coming from?
 
 
end of part 3