from FIELD NOTES
41. Quipu kata stichon. Bling-eyed daughters of
Pierus. Chatbot intertext. The infant’s reflexive
grasp. Neo-Nazi fight clubs in the parks. All that
is soiled molds in the ire. With fire or some other
alarm accompaniment. Obsoletely absolute. sylt.
Bricks, sticks, straw, books. Immediate media
are the cloaking device of ideology. Bore hole. I
introduce myself for the fourth time. Ought to be.
Grammatological deprogramming. The crops,
after being well fielded, were thrashed. Collapse
or reform. ‘splain. “If you’re accustomed to
privilege, equality feels like oppression.” “We
paid a lot of money for the war. We need to work
out how we share percentages on the land. We’ve
already done the demolition phase.” Stump
speech. Datakraken. investment in datacentres
amounts to “the biggest and fastest rollout of a
general purpose technology in history.” The
language isn’t innocent. Skibidi tradwife delulu
mouse jiggler. Earth sloughs lives like my body
skin. A gust of Geist. peaking around 0.6 hertz, or
just over one intonation unit per second. Fly
the One Piece! Workslop. The Matrix or They
Live! AMOC run amok.
42. Jackdaw hoard. Geneva or Paris. Now only
future. Catastrophe too intimate for sublimity;
beauty hand-in-hand with grief and threat. Antifa
training cells. Invention inspiration respiration. In
this Necroscence mono no aware. Only motion
endures. sylta. Agni, a Horseman’s mount. Nurdle
choked sea turtles. The landlady floats selling
our building. Blue sky thinking. The text’s bliss
boredom. The Beloved first. Aught. Nietzsche,
God, grammar, etc. And euery minutes time ten
ages were, / To chaunt forth all thy praise it no’te
auaile. Collapse transformation. Spleen. “We can
tuna fish undine carnal knowledge marshmallow
defeat the chat bots.” Troops in the streets. Heat
waves age the organs. Come home to news of
another school shooting. The language’s not
guilty. Bolster unearth nuance. Glenn Gould
soothing fingers in fish bowls of blood-pinked
ice-water. A guise of Geist. (“)Against wisdom
as such(”). Who stand behind him now will stand
beside him on the gallows. The other side /
of the for -against / expression divide / since
1798. The best defence, root out conflict.
Microgrids to localize energy.
43. Cambridge or Oxford. All bricolage from now
on. Quali colombe, raptors. Comaplacent. Yellin’
at the clods. Necromantic necrophilia. Execution.
No event horizon sans singularity. silte.
The world afire Siddhartha’s dream. Nothing,
not what we think it is. ‘To remember’ mindful
memory not recall. Proxy frenzy. To sing
from the sole. One can only ever pretend. As…
so…. Taste that morel! Infantile anorexia
reincarnation hunger strike. Spinnennetz. Twelve
breaths concentration. Evolution’s equanimous
refinements. an agile and hard-skinned person to
field the pages as they come. What good
in the Bardo? The needed word still unspoken.
Qanat. Hegel eager for the morning’s Tagesblatt.
“Never again,” eh. Wit nurse. No time to distil
an aphorism. Syntax of the phalanx. Nicht Angst,
Mut. Bull intestinal meanderings of a Trump
speech. My Gen Z stare. AI tulip bulbs. ‘River,’
‘moss,’ ‘blossom.’ Wretched clanker. Rumi Rilke
greeting cards. Peer refus. Outta left field right
hemisphere. In Emilia-Romagna, a beached 1958
Moplen bottle cap. Prometheus Homo erectus.
Tarsands production shut down by wildfires.
44. Prynne Protocol. Sloomy weather. Sparrow
Hawk. Anxious skier, look between the trees.
Capital will find a way. “The colours after
the Apocalypse.” Electrocution. Echoes
diminuendo. sealt. Prajapati’s Bad Trip
Capitalocene Mass Extinction. The avant garde
passed out in the supply train. Background
newsnoise. No(ugh)t N of 1 N of 0.
The Waste Land or Ur Sonata or. Grown, apart.
Ellusion. Sentimentally naïve naïvely sentimental
poetry. The Neate that nourteth with the horne
shall the owner kille. Not a network, family,
friends, acquaintances, ripples. Ecstatic, never
present. The Authors in Eternity no longer
in competition. “‘man of ill-star’” So desperate
a democratic socialist mayoral candidate cheers.
Unique eunuch. “And what kind of reader, other
than yourself, do you think can disentangle this?”
The clam before the Strom. In the mean time. The
Great Lakes drain to data centres. What new
word, dark enough for. “Nur noch ein Gott kann
uns rette.” Permanent ostranenie. Baked in. A
plastic praxis. Carbon farming.
45. Composition by. Clutter creep. Post-breakfast
meeting with Chipping Sparrow and Chipmunk.
Stanley Park tree cull observed from office
window reading “Binsey Poplars.” Mountain
highk thoughts. Shirt unbuttoned after the
Cambridge fashion. Elocution… Fewtopia. What
would Gerrard Winstanley say? *sultjo- …Keep
Parashiva in mind. To compose with poetry back
to Homer in your bones. Information not
knowledge. The nonidentity of identity and non
identity. The Waste Land, Ulysses, the March on
Rome. The book is the commodity. Atmospheric
river Bermuda High heat dome. ‘That feld hath
eyen, and the woode hath eeres. ‘Shibboleth’ a
shibboleth. The reader ruminant. Vispassana a
reductio ad absurdum of being-as-presence. The
minimal form of communism love. Not disaster
catastrophe. Ah oxygen fresh off the leaf! No
history not natural. I remember a time. We knew.
As per the metonymic aphasic. One snail step at a
time. And whose parents could even imagine
today? Nine draughts from the fountain nigh
March End Prill. Jerry a god for our new age.
Canadian wildfire clouds over Europe.
Bryan Sentes is the author of Grand Gnostic Central, Ladonian Magnitudes, and March End Prill among many other things. He lives in Montreal, where he teaches English at Dawson College. More at bryansentes.com.
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