Monday, December 6, 2010

Self Portrait with Poem Fragment







1-DIMENSIONAL SLICES OF A 2-DIMENSIONAL MEMBRANE
VIBRATING IN 11-DIMENSIONAL SPACE.


I hung these pants on the wall because I want to jump into them
like a gazelle. Wouldn’t it be something if strands of the universe
were good for you? I want you to unravel perpetually and enter in
at the mouth. A light, sinning at the rim of a black dome with
oscillating lines, filling our faces with a steady silver glow—


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