Rue Wilson Monday
by Anselm Hollo
purrs man whistles pounds post
distant rocky dark
digs tunnel through Charlot's suitcase
cog motion seagull cry
out of someone
frontal, still convinced
cautious move to igloo syntax
again butterfly pulse entire percept
jolt of eye: arms, yarns
me adventure come kiss me sadness
if me had me still
this ocean of "socio-political & aesthetic"
electric catacomb gibberish
billows of stuff
there is in man
to be top big banana baboon
I am not Robert Frost I am a baboon
about the planet even this week
the America that was it had that phrasing
articulate and beaucoup
does the blissful somnambule recluster
dream a flesh-colored dream? say what?
to identify the ones who tend to war
what to do about them discuss
different color paper free up text
fuzzy spaces inside head. hey,
these walls "of" someplace? he stood
veteran user of mind's ear
tales of The Device
love noise hurled into gaping flesh
maybe yes. roll eyes round écriture
makes you enemies
either "say" things or it's endless postpreface
elsewhere gunfire problem whose is it
became a groundswell of our century (said Eva)
that we weren't part of it
we were young & cruel
yourself nothing" well that's one theory
the creature knows its awful secret joys
the mobile digressive figments collide (said Ann)
people don't read
associated with punishment (said Mark)
stupid attention better than no attention
about hissing a poem instead of the usual
quaver or well-rehearsed scream
your memory goes forget it (said Utah)
waterfalls shifting horizons
halberds gentle fugitives
Beatrice on the ramparts of Carcassonne
black miniskirt more like Juliette Greco
she thinking of "Raymond the Cathar Count of Toulouse"
chance she's gazing at sudden
of paragliders in the sky
the guide drones on & I think of
employment by no means uncommon in France"
means government employment
then government is fictitious too
are the governed much of the time
for yourself in this pebble or pencil
does he know how to beam? contented?
fuzzy? nothing wrong with fuzzy
feel some place
stupid demons at bay
them go or go on
nothing in Nothing Land -
be quite different
crazy hot soul of sudden beginnings
& ever 'novel' inside
that did make for impetuous bellows
staggerings irritating ruins
it all settled into rose debris;
locate old hotel before books close
trundling troubadours. semicolon
in defiance & bewildered hair
up to the waves of the task
for the big mallet yet still chanting
vast sky wagons? what balloon yard?
order to this?"
for door back to scale
the beguine may body begin
turn the big barrel climb mountain
some sense of basic human
esurient for flash of meaning
minds too orderly
ways too predictable
fill in the blank
fedora and wingtip shoes
down the old oaken stairs he must also have trod
wrote "old and young, we are all on our last cruise"
"to know what you like is the beginning of wisdom
of old age" or up those stairs again, to read: "the old
in conversation in two characters:
the garrulous anecdotic" Cousin Louis
first met his Fanny here thanks to Cousin Bob
was the more dashing the model for Alan Breck
perhaps the dark Master of Ballantrae
first we came here in August the pigeons next door
coo-COO coo-coo coo-COO coo-coo
now in November it's only coo-coo-COO
so, time to go, soon
the ants seem to wobble
the morning sun catches their shadows"
with us "too much" at all
with us very long at all the sun the ants
wobbling shadows all too hung up we be
a civilization devoted to the speechless stare
by mindless speech
WHO is likely to read
headthrob grumblespeak lyrics?)
they do not understand that cacophony
at least as intricate an art as harmony"
she cries out in her dream "where are you going?"
moods for milliseconds
provide a theme for these variations
crackle "good" "history"?
tales of each ego?
crackle cerebral twitch
slipped on the caviar?
broke the hammer clavier?
that was by Stupid Staggering Desirée
Baudrillard's favorite group) (who he?)
think he invented The Meter)
take him back to the meter office)
that is so bad it's really kinda great
crackle screeches whistles & ululations
say communists, bro? those really happen?)
me the righteous indignation but first
me negotiate this corniche
after Guillaume Apollinaire's poem "Lundi rue Christine."
Its translator Oliver Bernard says: "Presumably almost all
of this poem is verbatim speech from various conversations in a
café." In "rue Wilson Monday," similar conversations
take place in the scribe's caffeined head, during a five-month stay
in a small French town.
French nickname for Charlie Chaplin in early silent movies.
- Eva Hesse, Pound's German translator, essayist. "Ann"
- Ann Lauterbach. "Mark" - Mark Wallace. "Utah"
- Utah Phillips. Great singers all.
1876, Robert Louis Stevenson came to visit his cousin Robert - then
a painter, later a lawyer, but also the author of good book on Diego
Velazquez - at the Hotel Chevillon (114 rue Wilson, back then "La
Rue Grande"), where he met Fanny Osbourne, the woman he was
to pursue across the Atlantic and the North American continent and
the ants seem to wobble / as the morning sun catches their shadows"
-- EP, Canto LXXX, p. 105 in The Pisan Cantos (London: Faber &
they do not understand that cacophony is at least as intricate an
art as harmony" -- Basil Bunting, "The Lion and the Lizard,"
p. 30 in Three Essays (Durham: Basil Bunting Poetry Centre, 1994).