Thank you, Michael.
Hi, it's great to be here.
I have thank yous to make as well.
I'd like to thank Michael for that great introduction
and Laynie for putting this event together,
and all of the editors that made this project possible.
It's an honor to be included in the book
and to be reading with the poets tonight.
And I'd also like to thank my Poetry Center
family for being here tonight and being part of this too.
So I'm going to read kind of a remix
from the excerpt that appears in the book.
The title of the manuscript is WOO.
It's an acronym derived from a German musical catalog
phrase that means Werke ohne Opuszahl It's German.
I don't know if I'm saying that right,
but it means work without opus number,
and I am applying that term to my attempt
to recover Joseph Smith's 116 pages of the Book of Mormon.
Joseph Smith was a founder in the first prophet
of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints,
and when he went to translate this book,
the original 116 pages were lost by one of his patrons
shortly after they were created, and he
had to redo the whole book.
The pages were never recovered but lots
of people tried to find them, and many people
tried to forge them and counterfeit them,
and most notably a man named Mark Hoffman, who
was sentenced to life in prison for sending bombs
through the mail and killing three people
and severely injuring himself in order to cover up
this forgery that he attempted.
And he sold it to the LDS church too, by the way.
Remove the heart as clearly as hung headache with over.
Keep these structures for later study.
Porous and easily picked up upon, up upon, Ohm-pa-pa!
Fake sunflowers which paint is pollened.
His pipe-gray frock was shaped as
if the tailor had known the modern form only by hearsay.
Frocking at the bottom of the pond, his removed heart.
Pulmo my pirouettes, bandy-legged tongue.
This pike he stalks his prey.
This he his, small cubit of rain through pulmonary vein.
When you fake to prepare someone?
how many names over and over do you scribble him?
Expatriate, excrement, and are told cramping.
Sadness is a normal emotion created
by realistic perceptions that describe a negative event
involving loss or disappointment in an undistorted way,
or crapping the up whole.
Pillowed them in a sew? them burned,
likely if her tortoise shell.
Hose me down, Hosanna.
Harris as a rich man could only bore holes in the box.
Maybe he hair his skull by the wife.
116 draft ref pages.
He had lookified all, and the angel, O ye wicked and perverse
generation.
God damned the book to begin with.
A dot polka, informed by my reading of the government camp.
In this page too, the parody is missing.
Lean out and nib, them burn eye wide to the serpent's bitch.