By Murat Nemet-Nejat
“THINGS ARE SITES OF CONSECRATED POTENTIALS.” — GILLES DELEUZE
“Ideas are consecrated potentials in concrete form.”
I.
Paranoia’s Infinity
Dying, I’ll not happen.
II.
Hypothetical
“The roof
of emptiness
’s always full of birds. . . ”
Emptiness’d say.
“If roof were the speaker. . .”
I’d say.
III.
an empty burlap sack negotiates with death
in its shadow
a tree casts an alternate tree.
IV.
Round
Within its interior, deep into its interior i will withdraw.
V.
A waterlily
floating
on the surface of the lake
sings
swoon’s
elusive
ode.
A preying mantis
’nd an anthill
are moving right and left.
VI.
water
let me
go.
VII.
In the Woods
woods or w or ds
o r
the cloud of words
p o u r
upon the woods.
sluice of rain.
VIII.
I plucked myself from the tree and left.
IX.
“I never thought of becoming a tree in a painting.” (Sami Baydar)
It’s true I led an uneventful life.
a heart has riches, full of winged
ants
in a jar.
X.
Calligraphy
Noticing one day
that an insect
changed its location,
as if it knew
something,
I realized objects
’re free
of error.
Their fact’s their will.
XI.
Water’s is the mildest nature.
One day, I heard it sing,
of the places
it’d
been
as my grand’
pa
putting me to sleep.
XII.
Everything has a teleological shape, before it turns to garbage.
Garbage’s the thing,
itself.
XIII.
First door. Then house.
a portico labially opens.
How many handprints on the door?
A mirror falls
on the door
the window
escapes it.
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