THE POEM IS A DOG
John Bloomberg-Rissman offers another LOVELY report of this weekend's reading-performance viz a remix poem! Thanks, John. Here's an excerpt which I know will just make you want to go HERE FOR THE FULL POEM!
There is no resting place
As I watch
The poems grow legs
Walk out the door
And down the old scroll of the Boulevard
Another of our companion species
Sniffing at everything
Especially the butts of strangers
[Note: Sources: Karlheinz Stockhausen, as quoted in a Telegraph.co.uk obituary, 11 Dec 2007, i.m.; Donna Haraway, When Species Meet; John Law and Annemarie Mol, “Complexities: An Introduction”, in Complexities: Social Studies of Knowledge Practices (eds. Law and Mol), as quoted in Haraway; a slightly fanciful reconstruction of an Eileen Tabios performance I witnessed at Eastwind Books, Berkeley, 8 December 2007 (with an allusion to Manong Al Robles’ scroll thrown in)]
The Boldface in Notes be mine because Moi is bold. Actually, this sorta reminds me of that Luis Cabalquinto poem about the poem being a dog that one takes out for a walk, including for the salubrious poop on the sidewalk...