So I'm going to end with another deer poem, a little erasure,
and the wonderful Greg Lewis is here to help me.
It's something we worked on.
Greg is usually seen with a classical guitar,
unless he's down at Southside Presbyterian Church
playing gospel music.
Let's see, this took me to the sika deer in Japan,
and there's a reference to a Japanese video game
that Ander Monson told me about last summer, which
you'll probably get as we read.
And I've set them up as problems which all solve for deer,
I guess, or maybe not.
[GUITAR PLAYING]
[DRAMATIC GUITAR PLAYING]
"What is disaster chain, solves for sacred deer, a star
for sure?
Sacred deer are really just deer wading
through some invisible light, X-ray light,
burning hose, eyes full of tall trees,
a little bit of narra etched into the reflective pigment
speckling the back of each retina,
much like the photographic process for standing room only.
Put on earth for dousing the sea, they ask those eyes,
but no one answers.
Inside them are many shades of red, safflower, matter,
vermillion, scarlet, crimson, also
graffiti characters for god, advancing
new, true, stretch, heart.
Repeated emblem, antler chandeliers
hung from metal girders.
In a movie I have never seen, deer at swim,
plimsolls up, a synchronicity of antlers
in the offing of the Strait of Russia, one blinking.
There may never be a snake.
This was three string added to my star bubble, a star
for sure.
Just this morning, news from the Super Kai Collider Sequence
Center, deer smacking heads, deer zombies, deer skeletons,
dear vapors, deer particles, deer winds, deer frequencies."
Greg Lewis, everybody.
[APPLAUSE]
Thank you.
[APPLAUSE CONTINUES]