JOE BRENNAN'S POEM

(HTML technology is still too primitive to give more than a hint of the typographic exuberance of Mr. Brennan’s poem, on full display in the premier issue of FlashPøint magazine. (It cannot, for instance, recognize the little musical notes that dance about italicized song lines.) So something is indeed lost between page and screen. Not lost, however, are the exuberant, incisive wit and lyric frolic of the poetry itself.–JR Foley)

from A WORK IN PROGRESS

by Joe Brennan

        & the
Prigmatics
hid


      in the
Ivy


        &
SingSangSung








“….und argumentieren über die Leere……”

`….I’m not nigger rich!……’



   aired
Wendell Ford






    `…..come into MY
store







…..stink SO
bad







….the
others







  run for the door……’

liberal shopkeeper

leVels


“…..phøney phonemes…..”







gotta get a H.E.A.D.









“…..ami.d the conti.nui.ti.es…..”

a huge black mouth

with a million red tongues

ululates &…..






White Ri.øts






in Medi.a^tm; Res









     &


we gotta divvy up & go





     “….who are the police
anyway?….”
Louie Louie



   les foules
chantent







      Vers sighs in the
sunset
“…..how can (we)
tell
      what
(we_a‘ve) become

if (we) can’t say
      what
pigeons (we_a‘ve)
been?…..”






         diß is
dee
crUx!










r.O.t.a. RøuTERS
und jetz kommt
den Herr Hass muß
fragen






         `….¿wenn
ist ein Spitzel nicht ein
Spitzel?…..
      “…an
empty
mAn

in an Empty
house

eatIng
stew

with a bOne-white


loUse…..”






          & a
gold medallion







       to stick on the
cover











mehr
licht?
`…..who yOu
are
      is what you
think
      people think yøu
are
      in those



     f O i s t



     p h e w
!


     s e c ø n
d
s…..’








Nothi.ng besi.de remai.ns….
eh? listen
up!



    among
the Jung at He-Art










“….pulling elephants











out of (his) eyes











(he) sings to the Medusa











in the synapse….”
the
kalei.doscopi.c full crumbs
of
schizØ/scherzø



the pedestaled
aberrant









the MAJØR/minør motets

“….grrrrr….yOu
animal!….”





(iiiiiii) think (i)
know





(i) think i
know





i think (I)
know





(I) think I
know





I think
(iiiiiii)…….etc……










“….Ego? that
snakehead?….”
at this
stage
      die Dinge

as the boyz
in the backroom
sez
      sind
flexible.…..




   I’ll let
yøu be in my Object
Relation




if I can be in yøurs










which is not a
condition









to imitate but to clear
up….
“….(he) felt
stirring
      in (his)
peni.s
      the assiduous
curlycues
      of (her) inverted
fi.g…..




….son trou dans le
réel…..”










Øriginal? tas de
culs!….










how could it not be











øther/wise?….”

“….from effect to
affect…..”





clause
célèbre!









“….from link to link…..
the nuclei defy the
lie….”





the iiiiiiiii’s






in the
mirrør





behind
yøu








“…..couched in uncertain speech….
….attached to
nugacities…..




   & hung on
the cusp






of that angst
osculating





between
wanting to
know





& being able to
stand
it…..








…..qui est une
référence physique…..”
it takes braille
to spritz in
the face
of the
Sphinxster




“…..ecoutez! avant la
structure









vient
l’être……”

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