The terrible freedom unleashed by typewriters. Condition of complexity judged without criteria. Radical provocations. Urinals and prams. Contingent. Anarchist aesthetic. Not truth nor beauty but freedom. Materiality of language. Multi-hued wheel barrows. A cuttlefish. A crate. A cassowary. A cigarette. A ******. Paratactic order. Particular phrasing. Pulsing pastiche. An infinite conversation without resolution as with the stupid friend who wonβt shut up. Ever. A transcendent dialectic based solely on proximity. Ineluctable modality of the near. Only that. Buck it. An unquiet ghost endlessly self-questioning. No answers. Moaning in the meaning. A simple stuttering. Sibilant. Turbulent and unpredictable as waddling wolverines. Words that only mean whatever is seen. Juxtaposition. Dissolving into desired dissonance. The magic chord. Absolute verity in the experience of the fraudulent for the same reason as the ubiquity of toothpaste. The poem as its own universe, complete and whole, fodder for the mind, not balm for the soul.