I was asked by Annie what, 10 years ago,
to give closing remarks to this.
And I thought oh, sure.
That's going to be easy.
So here are my opening remarks.
You drift off as if awakening, kind of song called, "Pull."
It seems to me you just brought nothing to a knife fight.
If you want to say anything, it can be a personal sound,
big Dumbo your poets.
We never really get to know each other,
the body its own conclusion.
Your train is running on time.
If a woman in forest recalls a woman in bed
what's the source of your movement?
There is no self.
You got anything clever to say before you die?
That's just plain convoluted.
Are you at work?
And the moon makes no one crazy, and not anywhere.
Anything that creates a delay is good.
Through ceremony and ritual, it's
how it's kept alive by not speaking about it.
If one blows a match out, celestial bodies
into terrestrial bodies.
I wish we had done some experiments.
Why didn't we do any experiments?
The next time they put a microphone in your face, just
say, I was alive before you put that microphone in my face.
Are you carrying something?
Big Algerian ship terrorists, something you can touch
and something you cannot touch.
One's under a bridge.
Norton 360 is performing a background test,
back-up in progress.
Suddenly, the movie is about lamps.
I'm going to go wash my face.
I feel like my eyes are on fire.
Are you cooking something?
A state of emergency is always a state of emergence.
I was inspired by the Guthrie name,
doing it and doing it and doing it well, swell.
Why am I disoriented?
His lungs just froze.
What is the body a representation of?
I feel like vomiting all over the hood of your car.
Contains for all it's for, something very beautiful.
She had been made half with real white blood.
What are the conditions of duress?
What won't call your despicable behavior what it truly is?
You are my intended audience.
How do you build an ecosystem?
Where were they?
Where was anyone?
No way in, and no way out.
Digital won't destroy print.
When the event happens, when does the event end?
Ronaldo is rapping in the bathtub.
He said, "I don't know what the water wanted."
North American serial rights, which is kind of meaningless.
What is your distance, but my impatience?
Open your eyes, and take a snapshot.
When the head is shoved, it naturally resists.
Because information is coming from the future.
On shattered to quell, the boisterous rising--
I fucking love static.
My brothers are notorious, though they have not
been imprisoned.
It's really helpful if you move your hands, move your feet.
Drop the beat, kick the beat.
Listen.
Plan to lose money on it, and use
it to attract fiction writers to a literary press.
To me, there's a power there.
Sometimes we fuck to get over it.
The poem and the film are born to come together and fight.
Something no one would or could publish.
You're just going to allow your eyes
to lead you around the room.
Someone asked me if I worked at the hotel.
Sound is always trusted.
More goals in their intrusion.
This is a trick.
Anticipatory capacity for what is coming from the future.
Fight for that, you motherfucking young people.
But your eyes are really going into close-ups and distances.
Is spiraling a distinct feature of America?
At some point, you're chasing a monster on ramps
into a community.
This is where it gets a little dirty.
This pulling together is probably
the one thing we can do.
Can you shift the angle of your perception
to hear which is dimensionless?
This is not a secret, though there are secrets.
That's just a directorial suggestion.
Any public is the public.
With whom do you toy?
Nature here is violent base.
It's still early.
They won't do anything before it's light.
Changes are clothes.
Ribbons are clothes.
No straight arrow in terms of invention and execution.
You might bring yourself completely down to the ground.
If you want all green M & Ms, this is the infiltration age.
I said, he's my brother.
I don't know why I would have said that.
Anybody need me?
What surfaces?
The feeling of your breath.
Don't fuck with me.
It took me 21 years to discover that I wasn't a poet.
I need some volunteers, tears, tears.
I think I might have just gotten arrested.
How do you know if you've been arrested?
Flashes of light, synapse fields, thread, paper, clap,
and syllable.
My brothers completed by Scott.
Poetry has always been off the page.
It's deeper than the image, yet it is the image.
Then talk to the took, you feel me?
Poetry has been visiting the page.
This pulling, it freezes my blood.
Thank you.