Poem for July 14

July 14, 2012 § Leave a comment



Brand name of the ancient city
Your namesake for our ancient city

Ancient unrest and eccentricity
Unrest epitomized by the byte

Even keel immersed in sites
And look: name recognition.

Ancient preferences for ancient
Epiphenomena and nomenclature

Ancient unaccented rubbish
Accented hum of pro and contra

Of dogs’ ancient invectives
Of recits, abreast of reality.

“Sign no petition.”
Underground signs

under the ancien regime,
we were initialing entries

lurches and failure: the new state of painting

(read: the new state). Camouflage

to think in asides and aisles, at this stage

employment and deployment ventilated paper

the horizon and the horizon’s caricature;

journalists developed a falsetto.

Name it
what’s its.


Name one

individually named


named themselves
named by others

unnamed themselves
did not name themselves


since named
named not yet

does not recognize
the odyssey

charivari  constitutes a kind of primitivism, to which he and they

marginalia  Stephen Rudy’s put to chapters

“Dada: A definition,” “Dada’s Temper” and “Berlin Dada”

index  extracted from the last but for one entry

text  “o.p., 15-, as is,” — and I shall speak to this


temperature around the edges
temperature at large

temperature by itself
temperature for a variety show

temperature in an unprecedented manner
temperature in his mind

having devalued string

bane disbanded
name Dustbin

“run-on without title breaks, the only indication”

unnamed sources
limped out

-Marjorie Welish, from  In the Futurity Lounge: Asylum for Indeterminacy (Coffee House Press, 2012)

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