Glenn Gould Plays Richard Wagner.
I. Die Meistersinger von Nürnberg, Act I: Prelude
Shall we set forth?
There is the great big blue
for us.
The way it calls is uncommon.
My eyes were captured
by the all above.
We should never return.
The world is not worth our mirth.
There is so much glitter,
let it collapse into your pupil,
sparkle towards a nothing,
we should not forget the mirrors,
the sliver linings. The clouds.
What breathlessness, what air.
I like dying like this it is easy.
***
Motion.
I had all the focus on motion
Got on my feet, stepped out the door
Stretching my heels on the floor
arms to the sky so I soar
Heaving my chest so I roar
breath in my body and I am just walking
but feel like I'm running that just my locomotion
I had all the focus on motion
Now none of y'all telling me nothin
This story the instance of boy be becoming
man with the come-up who grind 'til the sun up
til Mama be calling and she saying kana
go rileng, ka goreng wa gana go letsa?
nah Mama, let me try and paint you a picture
my dreams splattered blood red on the canvas
dedicated to the art til my mind frantic
I'mma make the world mine, I got it, I have it
I had all the focus on motion
***
A Film That Richard Brody Would Like.
I'm too in love with the things I've already seen.
[ ].
My sister was right all along.
One day I'll kiss boys.
***
Gravity.
I.
I'm sorry, but how?
Onanism.
Spilt-milk.
Half a breast: age or cancer.
The pretty girls do not dance the same
anymore- undergarments gather like snowflakes,
they sort of melt with each passing intimate, away.
Cut to the next image, maybe another night, goodbye.
The urine misses the doctor's cup
by quite the margin. You're fine,
says the little e-mail the morning after; nothing
melted into you too. Where is the other half?
Snow-angel eclipse, sun-body, somebody
else feels like the moon. You. I am not
quite myself lately, she says, as the white
gathers around your light. It is cold.
