Music at the Heart of Thinking 147
December 2011
Slant into an impossible French Me those luminous
venetians their light propelled by the heat shimmering
from the red brick above the dry cleaners at that
very moment the afternoon toujour with cousins an
absolute translation of ancestry not + beyond which an
occasional “Darling” assembles itself on the wire aware
of a secret syntax buried in a knot of class + spoken
subjects not to mention les suie + the scant wipe as the
slat bends + you can see the smelter on the hill across
the…