ACCOUNT OF MY DAYS

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ABOUT TO SIT DOWN
Stepping out the back door...


KISS HIS EAR
Brown corn bends as...


STALLING OUT
Just by getting enough distance...


PAGE ZERO
my mind's blank wall...


PARTING
words just off...


CRICKETS HESITATE
the night...


FROM AND TO
my first eternity...


IN THIS LITTLE POEM OR WORLD
I mislaid my travel plans the map...


FIELD GUIDE
indigo bunting no words...


untitled
I knew...


I STAY UP LATE
studying to live...


POEM OF EXPOSURE
the tender outcry...


untitled
underground I'll turn to you...


THEFT OF A LINE FROM TATE
I consider it a citizen's duty...


STANDING STILL IN
november...


HOW I TRAPPED THE MURDERER
I left out the part...


PROVERB
he who sleeps a false sleep...


A SUNDAY NIGHT SERMON FOR DAVID BAKER
The first step is to listen,...


I AM PART BUZZARD
my grandmother was a buzzard...


DEAR FUCKHEADS
my head hurts...


TILL IT THAWS
1....


RESOLUTION
I am so glad...


EVENING POEM
in the cellar...


DISTURBANCE
the world is alive...


FLIGHT
the gamblers...


VISIT
Buying toys, the one remaining copy...


STORM
in trouble again...


JUST AFTER DAWN
We sat among the cattle and he asked me ...


INTERPRETATION
Hour begets hour, dream begets dream,...


THE BUZZARD SPEAKS
I am proud...


INTERRUPTION
not knowing what to say...


JOSEPH'S POEM
if you wish to own a fear...


DIS-ORDER
of course...


BLUE MILLION
in the house dark...


untitled
blank pages spit their silence...


BROKEN POEM
life goes through...


AUTOBIOGRAPHY VOL. II
the day before my birth...


MARENGO
the pressure of seasons...


TODAY
awoke in the forest...

Listen!


PAUSE ON THE ROAD IN CUMBERLAND GAP TENNESSEE


It was speed, the technology of rapidity, that made the nation pos-
sible:  the movement from roads and rivers to rail, then wires, a
highway system, the air, etc., until we have nearly arrived at the
point where what we wish to get done in a day can be accomplished
instantly.  Does it stop here, or do we continue to accelerate?
Possibly yes.  And as with the other modes of movement, perhaps we
do this first in imagination, without realizing what is happening to
us.  Thus we begin to experience everything as though it had already
happened, a lifetime of deja vu. This would explain our instantan-
eous boredom, our despair, our cynicism--we've already seen how it
will come out.  The despair is worse than facing death. Death brings
grief, a sense of loss which implies that there were people, places,
things to which we were attached. This other moves us forward into
a life where we never were, where we are irrelevant and nothing that
is can matter to us, who are unconsciously consumed by our obsolescent
birth.  A detachment not balanced by having experienced attachment.