I imagined the flower would be entertained
by my mistakes,
then ashamed.
I did not know a mistake
is only a reaction twisted up in sympathies.
The event is a flower.
A flower is a wolf.
Famous people make mistakes.
A flower is a wild dark hole.
The reaction to the event is the human struggle
to interpret a flower.
A flower gestures
the form of the event.
You know the style of a flower by its speed.
It was the accident they say love is.
"The poet is of no party." BaudelaireOur manifesto is an act of substantiation.
We reject all forms of futilitarianism, in whatever disguise.
We believe that comedy is the song of the village and tragedy the song of the goat.
We believe what is written in the books, but now we want to see for ourselves.
The single idea, beating on the same doors in vain.
The analogue and the invention.
The death cell.
The first permission.
Though we watch the stage for things to happen, though our minds wander.
By ourselves in the green field, playing our diversion.
Though the story begins with the loss of a home.
Out of the machine, we shift restlessly in our seats.