ACCOUNT OF MY DAYS

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some words last longer...


THEORETICAL
just read the words...


AN ACCOUNT
it wasn't as if any...


THE NIGHT OF THE BIG STORM
the neighbor boy with candles...


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day that hesitates...


9/4/94
morning the flowers...


LUCK
of birds to have wings...


MEMORY
noon the infinite...


9/1/94
eulogy strains those heads...


HOW TO
ceremonies must be long...


A MAN OF WAR
rises through the air...


TALE
midnight pours out his heart...


TITLE NO TITLE
if your hand...


I'LL TRY AGAIN
it chases me...


24 HOURS
night as a cistern...


NOTICING
how to be literal as a last gasp...


LOOKOUT
looking out from a window in the treetops...


RETURN
in someone's house or in a barn...


MY WALK
being secret and smart...


ONGOING
that rush rush...


MONEY WORRIES
dreaming of an owl...


MABLE MCKIBBEN RENSBERGER
grandmother of underground places...


untitled
memory bled...


PAGE TORN FROM THE BOOK OF MEMORY
where it is flat the wind...


APOSTROHE
moon bone bright I...


untitled
for luck a fire...


EXAMPLES
slipped on the carpet at the turn of the stairs...


GIVE ME JUST A MINUTE
The room blurs. I can't think....


TELLING ABOUT
argument with my shadow...


DOCTORS MISUNDERSTAND
blue circles approaching my eyes...


HERE'S AN IDEA
what about...


COLDER WIND
everything is...


BEING TOLD GOODBYE
I am in the limited area...


MY LETTERS
continuator of hieroglyphs...


HELP ME
this poetry has grown too heavy...


RETURN THE FAVOR
doc buzzard in your cart...


SURVEYOR'S DREAM
to keep all the directions...


SEEN FROM A DISTANCE
the poems he has forgotten...


TRAVEL
atlas of devastation...


WE SING
day...


AS I SLEEP
I am blind stumbling...


PRACTICE WITH MY EYES
a hero of waiting...


WORDS I CANNOT UNDERSTAND
bad traffic on the way to...


CHANGE IN THE WEATHER
the wailing stops...


WHAT WILL I WRITE ON THE LAST PAGE
blank paper stares at me...

HIS INTENTION


He left, lying where I would be sure to see it, a little written
thing--written by hand, some lines more legible than others, 
with crossouts or insertions, all the labor involved visible. It
thus gave an appearance of spontaneity, but it must have been 
one of those things that stay at the margins of thought for days,
the notion and the intention there but the words not ready. In
any case, I read, after a short introduction or set-up, these 
words: "I know him perfectly--E., I mean--but does he know me?
By making him act, think, feel, speak, do I reveal myself to 
him? I think not. I am the unknown condition that makes him
possible--perhaps even the unknowable one, since whatever 
conditions require us to exist do not reveal themselves. But I
shouldn't flatter myself as the only such condition for him. Not
only other conditions than the ones I set demand his appearance,
but lying behind the opaque smooth surface of necessity some
similar set of unknowables requires me, so I exist at the behest
my own mysterious requirements, one of which is perhaps to bring
about his existence. Maybe each of us has required the other. But 
to know one so well who remains ignorant of oneself! An irony or 
torment." This written in his usual jumbled script, the letters 
occasionally falling apart or crashing into each other. What was 
his intention in leaving it there?