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in memory of Istvān Zelenka

mark so · FUENTE para Istvān Zelenka (mark so, 2015)


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_5 iv 21 Pasadena
hear the
spirit of
language)
change
of
clouds
down
a part

--

long
surface
chains of
talk
In
gray
time
unsorted:
matter is
difference

here,
here;
included
in
voice
and
feeling
a chance
in the ground.

--

near,
last
with next.
sometimes,
brought down
and
up again,
senseless,
here.
round

to
the next
scene
moving
the boards
No one
time
what's
more or less?
in

--

undoing.
backward up the steps.
This week's
garden
fugue
the whole
of
Sometimes
sketch
the edge.

other words.
them there.
A cycle
new
time
beginning.
lit by
light
whispered,
enumerating

--

mistakes,
opened
wide:
the little
table.
reading,
badly.
befallen
word
going

back to
the next
_6 iv 21
across the
sky.
windowpanes.
split
open
void.
low voices.

--

talking
up
returned
breathless.
day after day
In a
country
a
bang
Anything.

down the corridor.
inside.
a second shadow
darkness
from another.
shadow
a little glass of
air."
humming

--

in
narrow
flowerbeds, amid
the walls.
jingling
fall
Outside,
Cars
along the roads,

_8 iv 21
drip, drip.
shelling peas.
Darkness
listening
the basement is still coming
a
note here.
and
after.

--

life
drawings.
themselves
a list
ritual
transparency from
little piles of dust in
hand
connected,
meanwhile

an honest
parade
escaping.
Until another day,
_9 iv 21
half-lit messages
April
shadows on the ground.
I sat, not doing,

--

living in it
a while longer
time to find
everything
whispering
time
into
the occasion,
the residue
down
the
stair

in their tide of
light
in
increment,
the room, and
the book
something, or everything,
in
differences that make up
space,

--

pauses
past, multiplying
days
in the
line
up to the
floor.
like the
sky.
make

this place,
a
break
and
back down.
a voice
contrasted with
hands
in
light of

--

a wide, open
area.
absentminded,
high skies.
an inscription
_10 iv 21
down.
an inventory
of
inter-

ruptions
The radio
like a city.
Fragments of sen-
tences
some
Language:
the record player

--

time stretching
like waves,
a
clamor
melodic
word
come loose
out the
window
a

Courtyard,
rising from some
chasm, in the center,
dry branches
no beginning and no end.
kindling.
thread
to twig. In the shade,

--

lost in the
sky.
thread,
That afternoon
Around that time,
the line that was written
hand,
note
pulsing

sky.
or, other times,
air
grains of sunlight
brought
up.
and
down
through

--

the waves
to
reappear days later,
beside some other
beach.
_11 iv 21
down
ahead
with
loose connection

just before
with that which comes
in
new locations
from time to time
in
hand
more coffee
before this
room

--

idle
return
a machine for
whatever
to stop
taking in some
useless
part
for a moment
left

behind
in
all that was
there
matter
in
train
no
change can
disentangle

--

from
everything into a sheaf
returned to the dark
down
a new day
with you
outside
my
life
placing

everything together
so much
beach after all
and
no further.
air, a
presence,
_12 iv 21
different
existences.

--

high up
the facing wall,
a
thread of sounds
some moments,
turned
toward
hands,
a distance

listening to
what sparse traffic there was
time.
in
books.
passed
through,
airless
through a small

--

hole
a little
earlier,
sweating
again
for
an hour,
through a landscape
of hand
dust,

commotion
surrounded
in
prickly shadow
a
rough silence
this
distant
past
crossed the border.

--

_15 iv 21
blue thinks
the sky
flagged down.
go
on reading
the words
of that present
projected beyond

the
beginning
of
that day.
pebbles in
the list
mix and match.
going home
sleepy:

--

right
on the
track,
changed
breath
_16 iv 21
recalling
a
hard
break.

periods
for nothing
became
gatherings
of
time
from
a lengthier account

--

later
disappeared
in a dark room
the
part that rambles
traveling
breeze
in
every-
thing around

the little slips of paper,
my
usual place
waiting
to appear
every day. Besides,
old connections.
part of
the time

--

stretched out
_17 iv 21
any words at all
opened the
feeling
more
than
movement,
a strand
on the way."

into
light
this way and that,
assembled
down.
a narrow
cell,
of breath.
at the next junction,
scattering

--

shards of glass.
time
was happening.
all the way up."
without
word,
an extra room.
Even
a rest sometimes."

like light
shall mingle with
this time,
down
some
slow
tune
along
a day
the reality

--

of two ways.
copies of the same word that
fit
ears.
in the dust
After
the midpoint
at this juncture.

looser but closer
On the
ground
a few minutes'
up--
gather
shore
and now the waves
Almost

--

time
_18 iv 21
two holes at eye
level
two
sides,
down,
From time to time
drawing

Clouds
every shape,
constantly changing.
what-
ever
word.
clouds
the same
words over

--

hours
Hovering.
dissolved
on the roof of
memories
as
birds
return
to

skies
no substance. See
the
shadows
heat and sensations
there, now
held
mixing
only

--

sky.
by
darkness.
remembered
rooftops
like a river, spilled down
windowpanes.
shadow
against the wall.

narrow streets,
waiting
_19 iv 21
The song,
immediate
day on the radios
the rest of
life.
little over

--

that
rediscovered
country
returned
daily
as
a sound
broadcast.
someday
near future.

today.
picked up
into
curves we know
warming air,
the
garden--
Anything different

--

turning away,
into
blackness
the pit
in the open
sits,
in self-contemplation.
bounded.
shadow.

up
against the sun.
more clatter than
remnant
ways along
others,
placing
light.
cloud

--

upper ether
curving
back,
under
the air that only
borders,
time
remembered
starts and repeats,

live
dust
in the grass,
his fingertip
fell,
behind
evidence
to hear
a while,

--

abandoned, and
returned,
future
choices
all
angles of whatever
day
placed
in the other

--

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