I was very happy to have a piece of my work
some time ago appear with Abacus.
And I had a couple of instances where this occurred.
And what I would like to do was read
you a section of "Literal Pawns" and dedicated
to Dan Featherstone because he of course
has masterminded Abacus for some time.
And so I'm going to read just a little bit of "Literal Pawns".
"Literal pawns, literal pawns, lit pawns soak la nuit with
machinations till I'm drowsy as a left looks in the--
sorry drowsy as a left looks in the latter moments
of the harvest when a crooning lifts the shade of while.
Some rusted sill discerns a Marxist from repeat dreams
waits to collect something emotional
because the economic thought is glued to freedom now when
we are listening.
The detachment softly praises its new, verifies duplex
mentality, shields doctors, lawyers from sullen underthings
found clinging to the bodies in the street.
Allies fecundity a simple pasture quelled
of its uniqueness.
Notice voyages are young.
They phrase some lenses of their clarity or less determined
quality than string erupted by a candle.
Many tastes of compensation stricture
trace by hand dear genius.
Perspicacity entranced by certain tulip
ferns no love with extra mind lingers on wording.
So connect limps recent explanation well
liked salvo bleat ozonic seeking mystery.
Dear, I'm sorry about forces being equal to attraction.
Ice with recovery, slim punitive realm of express.
Your paying job starts Tuesday to mean everything not anything
really at all.
Earth hitherto repudiates most ibid strings
valence incalculable Voltaire defined as he
Voltaire would quim the thoughts to be
more probable than things.
Disposable appearing flowers linger
in the mind wrote of revere would pension little pieces
into reasonable silence with a mention
of the signified good taste fraction known
for sometimes slanted toward all mammals that endure us
and our smoke or weevils, our tetrameter, a method or a weave
of hope to grind out repetition coated with pre-ambular logic
nails its head to hit unfolded as desire relinquishes
its plush, plush hope.
Chest Polaroids were now trembling in concert
with the tripod nest instead of camera
at its apex where we focus and deter
the gray snails from recurring song denouement easily
a headstrong season."