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The Spider Poems

[ the spider poems ] Nothing believes Korea. Nothing turns into it, & leaves your salt there. For it to fade, for it to ask casually, how’s your Rothko? how’s your thrift store painting? how’s that? Nothing believes Korea. & believing it believes also that to be afraid is accursed, caseladen, peripatetic, inchworthy & glown. That’s what it believes. Nothing much worse than that. Nothing much worse than for it to fade that way. 43 In the second part Korea disappears, becomes quasi-angular, like a filter, like a soup, like a spider suddenly in your face. Suddenly, this is the poem in which the sudden spider is suddenly in your face. Like a spider. 44 These are spiders. They are happy spiders. They fill the bugles of the nut-brained beaming throughscape most happy to collate. Other spiders live in the soft languish of the original underpants. Come, live with the spiders, come, join them, in the long hibernation dream of the original underpants, Mr. Jones. 45 Some of the spiders are not called anything because they are happy. This is my new style. How do you like it? It has caused me great personal anguish. 46 Franklin Covey & the spiders are coming down from the Natl Capital carrying torches & poems. Nothing believes them. These are seeds being planted which are growing spiders. Growing spiders need milk to make strong bones. I have no milk & so they are mad. I have no milk & so they are very, very, mad. Mad spiders all over the place. I believe them when they say “we are mad.” I go out immediately & buy lots & lots of milk. I give it to them & then I run. 47 Once you’ve raised the expectations of the spiders you’ve imagined You can then write things like “forms of forms are the reasoned mock alone in the ice factory eating whistling homeless quesadilla” & “be well, runt” & “what is love but a layered lookalike leaning on your bauble” Feel free to write these things like those things. & remember, an ant the size of a rat may well be attacked by a hawk. 48 part 2 (more spiders) After closing, & in closing, nobody’s fault, & nobody’s business begin again to break, & having broken, to placate the charms afforded by the first natural warm feels & a cute abrasion, kind of curly, & hicked, hurled through the roof-window which allows the letters more-than-minute shack factory to fill up & infold a facticity lunging upwardly languiding & blue says & blue gentle rocks hurt most of the often people 7 times, got that? Having wantings of spiderlike facticity & wantings also, awake in laundry, & laundry also, awake in wanders which are very clean. Having those you should have them & so do. “I miss the urth.” Goodbye. Spiders are very interesting folks. Most of them are thieves who do not want anything. If you are a thief who does not want anything this does not mean you are a spider. It shows, rather, your lack of creativity. 49 Nothing left, ’cept chapstick. 50 Spiders have needs of webbing. If you are a network you are improperly loaded. 51 Dust on the old spiders & dust on the resumé, dust then & there, dusty spiders all over the place. & Small tacks. Unbrandished but highly & speckled, speaked spider the whilst lent dumb of spider it it left of spider & also stilt 52 it is a lazy spider to be placed on the fellow with the rat for a head 53 In my life o this life. yes, this one. o, it. In it, there have been spiders. o, spiders. etc. 54 part 3 (more urth-voices & spiders & stuff) The spiders have or can have all sorts of spilling. Some of the spiders become violent at the drop of a hat. Some of the spiders are getting ready to have been smushed by that hat. Each spider has its destiny & pride. Each spider is a clump of spider longings & thrills. The perceptions of the spiders & the areas they retread. The perceptions of the spiders & the long walks around the dam along the cordon. One is stupid. 55 Clearly the detritus of spider-process spears the tiny yet flatulent advisors. Let none say that anything said is unsaid, excepting anything said by everything...