By Word of Mouth: The Poetry of Dennis Cooley

I think “ego”; ergo I am

The Poetry of Dennis Cooley / 13 I think “ego”; ergo I am I think so I think it is so i think let us begin by considering the most common things the bodies we touch and see let us take this piece of wax from the hive it has not yet lost the sweetness of honey it still retains something the smell of clover it is hard cold it is tangible and if one breaks it or taps it it will emit a certain sound so all things can be known but as I am speaking it is placed near a flame what remains of its taste peels off easy as a banana skin lets go the fragrant smell crashes away its pale yellow scrapes its shape loose grows bigger becomes (soft with meaning) liquid warms up you can hardly touch it and if furred with fire i tap it again and again it will no longer make a any sound except when i put it to my ear i hear the sound of sun roaring like a marigold 14 / By Word of Mouth ...