This Blank Music

“It is wrong to assume that art needs the spectator in order to be. The film runs on without any eyes. The spectator cannot exist without it. It insures his existence.” - Jim Morrison

a spectator, in forty dreams 
travels, reviles destiny
intimates the dead. his 
eyes are absent 
& peopled 
with their own 
white-hot undoing

the moon is flat. a flock of 
angry jack birds soars 
over moist vegetable fields
a mandala
a woman, more like water
begins in the shadows
breaks open the germs of desire
on both sides of the screen

the road to the sun is motionless
a feast for trumpets
rushes forward & populates 
the empty spaces of


[this distance, we accept]

now that i’ve warned you
of the violence of space
between images, intentions
this blank music
& it crushes me

8 responses to “This Blank Music”

  1. You don’t stop experimenting, L, and that is very positive in literature. I think this is a fantastic fragmentary, deconstructionist and polyphonic poem from the most radical assumption of corporeality … But don’t pay too much attention to me. You know that I am very often wrong.

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  2. There is a lot going on in this poem. It’s wonderful. I’ve already read it several times. “post-vision /
    post-destruction” That’s really interesting to try to wrap your head around.

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    • Thank you, Bob, and I’m happy you found this worth reading several times. I think there’s a great deal that can be said about the contemporary spectator. Perhaps I’ll address the topic again.

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